Where we were both kinda thing

Betchya crawl, all alone

Where we were both kinda thing

Betchya crawl, all alone

Where we were both kinda thing

Betchya crawl, all alone


Who am I?

Rec League, I ain't paid to ball

Y'all B-string like a broke guitar

And I still put it down like the family dog

Yeah. I murder some, I murder one

Explain it all, Ferguson

We ain't gotta sing the same old love song

Cut a white girl with the same black gloves on

Yeah what you saying to it?

Old money look no money don't do it

Ni**a coming round in they lane like a Huey

And I'm only looking back if I'm looking at her booty

(At her Boooty)

What's the rationale?

They wanna smoke a ni**as but they Black & Mild

So we acting out

Ok cool


Where we were both kinda thing

Betchya crawl, all alone

Where we were both kinda thing

Betchya crawl, all alone

Where we were both kinda thing

Betchya crawl, all alone

Where we were both kinda thing

Betchya crawl, all alone


Blue dream by the bouquet 'til I'm blue faced on a Tuesday

(Can I have some?)

#Ni**asBeLike

Put a plus eighteen on that e-vite

And I said what I felt, no re-write

Nah nah, they can't hold me

June/July, drop something

I double dare you, I'm Marc Summers

I scorch winters, I burn autumns

Gut ni**as, so Kurt Vonne

Elle Varner got a crush on him

I gotta wait in line for that

Ain't nobody got time for that

Ain't nobody gotta rhyme with that

Too true like 2 Chainz

Blue blood he both gangs


Where we were both kinda thing

Betchya crawl, all alone

Where we were both kinda thing

Betchya crawl, all alone

Where we were both kinda thing

Betchya crawl, all alone