Chris Crack Don T Subtweet Your Friends Lyrics
Don't Subtweet Your Friends by Chris Crack
[Verse:]
Whatever it takes let me get back to killing the fakes
Around my way, really can't even feel my face
I think that blunt was laced, I only go on hot dates
She was in my top eight on MySpace, but I never got to smash her
Back then they ain't want me, now I'm sliding with a homie
I was serving them twenty sacks and they coming back
Ooh I'm bad, I ain't really mean to flex like that
Baseball bat with a blunt so fat, how'd she come so fast
I ain't running no gag, I'm puffing no pass, they ain't getting no drags
Whatever it takes let me get back to killing the fakes
Around my way, really can't even feel my face
I think that blunt was laced, I only go on hot dates
She was in my top eight on MySpace, but I never got to smash her
Back then they ain't want me, now I'm sliding with a homie
I was serving them twenty sacks and they coming back
Ooh I'm bad, I ain't really mean to flex like that
Baseball bat with a blunt so fat, how'd she come so fast
I ain't running no gag, I'm puffing no pass, they ain't getting no drags