CRIBS Lyrics

Jean Paul Gaultier full attire

Big bag this swag just won't expire

She bad bad she look just like Mariah Scientist

Foot down this coupe ain't got no horses it's a ship

Three grams of shrooms I feel inspired in this bih

I don't know if she got the gist she wants to fuck and extra shit

I don't care about getting in the shoobs I'm on the g-list

Twenty floors up pull out a camera and it's cribs

Baddies from the sticks

I'll make them kiss (Mwah)

Get them from Atlanta take them down to Peckham strip

Hold on to these stacks I can't lose sight or lose my grip

Point and shoot the canon one eye open hold it stiff

I'm barking up this money tree, big dog like Cliff (Ohh)

Bedroom bully Glc spaceship like Biff

Out my mind I'm out my body

This a psychedelic trip

(uhh)

The tab look like a tile

This ain't no Scott & Lyle

This expensive drip

I need that rolly wrist

I need that sundial

I need that baddie I'm gonna rename to the river nile

I need that slow dome make a brudda senile

I need that

Jean Paul Gaultier full attire

Big bag this swag just won't expire

She bad bad she look just like Mariah Scientist

Foot down this coupe ain't got no horses it's a ship

Three grams of shrooms I feel inspired in this bih

I don't know if she got the gist she wants to fuck and extra shit

I don't care about getting in the shoobs I'm on the g-list

Twenty floors up pull out a camera and it's cribs