Crocodile Tearz ft. Sid... Lyrics

Now we're even

We ain't got no time for you loose pussy hoes

Poppin' shit for now until this dick down your throat

Solid as we sound, we forever ten toes

We the ones around this way your pussy ass shoulda known

While I got your attention, I gotta mention

I'm in a different dimension, they dissing me for attention

This clip don't need no extension

Precision, I'm never lacking, I'm back and

I make them nervous, they gimmicks been getting old

And they windows closing it's curtains

What's the purpose of a Verzuz

Nigga's verses ain't conversed about

Got it off the muscle while you struggle trying to purchase

clout, I heard about the whispers and the rumors

And the half truths, these niggas trap

Ain't nothing like they practice in the rap booth

Man be the fuck for real

I'm the truth, baby

I still can't be stopped

It's clear as Absolut that they career on the rocks

On business, bitch, my feet planted

Ain't common to see me panic

My second home a freak panties

Hoes see me and flock

They swore a nigga wasted his greatness

I missed that memo

You can't see me, but you can feel me like when the wind blow

You can't compete where you can't compare

It's really that simple

Since no one let them know

Sid St. Patrick, I've been him, hoe

Should've been Ghost, and I put that shit on

Yeah, nigga

Faded, flossy

Ain't bout that fetty hoe, don't call me

R.I.P. Ant, Ace, L.A., Yodoe, and Swang

And you know that HearseRollerz the gang

Zay the Drake to my Wayne

Sosa say I'm his Ye

RVR Foxy in 96 when she came in with Jay

Perk the air to the throne, and bitches scared of D Rose

Can't see The Muse in her zone

Zoning out, they hit my phone about the zip numbers

The one that make your bitch wonder

Just hold it

Ain't no hope for a local nigga, not this summer

I carry gold, my wrist butter

This it, brother

You leave around me, we'll see if your bitch love you

So shut the fuck up when it's our time to speak

Cause money talkin, test a nigga gangster

I can promise you a comfy coffin his bitch

Your bitch would love to take the undies off us

Come into our world, see how we live this life, and fuck us often

What's a boss in seven words

A nigga who gon' get it done

Cover costs, I let it burn

I spend it if they spinnin' something

Big as Pun, fresh as Dougie

Let the money speak instead

Ain't got too much to say

It ain't a play, then I'ma leave on read

We ain't got no time for you loose pussy hoes

Popping shit for now, till this dick down your throat

Solid as we sound

We forever ten toes

We them ones around this way, your pussy ass should've known

How could a clone ever think they belong in this conversation

I'm calling for confrontation

No talking, I'm not debating

I'm sorry we left you waiting

We taking over this shit a wrap

I hear you niggas talking about balling

We really living that

You see how I'm shaking

You don't want me to get mad

I'll tear this bitch up

I will

I'll tear this bitch up

From the cooter to the rooter

Don't fuck with me