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I got hooooooes, callin my iFruit Phone,
Lil Craaaaay with the motherfuckin dope
You fuckaround and get smooooooooked
They be caaaallin, all them hoes from grove!

I be up on Grove street with the motherfuckin pole
Shoutout to The Families rockin green, they so cold
Bitch you know its Lil Cray I aint a motherfuckin joke
Cock it back and let it spray, yeah put that on my soul

That's on my mama! I’m countin commas!
Pull out the stick, cause you some trauma!
Foreign whip, that’s how im rockin!
Sexy bitch, Michelle Obama!

Yeah I got all these hoes in different area codes,
From down south in the city all the way to Sandy Shores,
Ask your girl, what she think of me I’ll tell you how that goes
She gon say “I love lil cray, he can hit that fasho!”

Yeah! Ya girl is a hoe, man!
I hit that fasho man!
I'm smoking that potent!
Call up the dope man!
Roll up some more man!
You don’t want smoke man!
Turn you into a ghost, man!

Ayy! Who the fuck think they pullin up on Lil Cray?
All the city rockin with the boy we don’t play!
Thinkin that you hard, bitch you a child, Lil Tay!
Default Danny looking boy, fuck up out my way!

(I’m sorry that got a little aggressive…)

I just be rocking the freshest drip coppin the finest shit
Shopping we spending bricks watching you idiots
Flocking you hideous, all your affiliates scared lil
Pussy boy don’t make me angry cause ill go insidious
Watch me get militant fuck off my block cause you lack the resilience

You don’t got what it takes, boy you fake!
I’m the king of this jungle I’m an ape!
Watch me bangin' on my chest, go irate!
Fuck with me and you gon die, make no mistake!

Boy I seen your ass at legion, that’s a fact
Called the popo when we started smoking packs
“But it’s illegal!” stupid bitch you so whack
Call the gang, they gon shoot you in your back

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Track 1 of Lil Crayola's Upcoming Mixtape "DRIP LIFE"
Remix of "Mo Bamba" by Sheck Wes.
Instrumental by take a daytrip & 16 year old.

I Got Hoes On Grove

This one goes out to all of you that doubted me. Fuck You.

LYRICS:
Yeah my coupe is wingless, ain’t got no drag when I race
Just like RuPaul, I’m so appalled I’ll put this gat in your face
Bitch I’mma ball, won’t ever fall this whip is stolen, no plates
But I’m gon skrrrt in front of cops, and if I get caught I’ll do 8
Or maybe 9 doin’ time never bothered me anyway
When I write my rhymes, I feel like Ernest Hemingway
I be on my grind, boy you weak you a featherweight
Flow like butterfly, fuck a bee I punch like an ape
I ain’t really rocking with the same bitch I used to be
Feel like I ain’t got no place in this world cause usually
It feel like I’m underwater, dealing with this scrutiny
You say that you is a baller, holy shit that’s news to me
Ain’t been the same when I drive around the city no more
All of these lames shit just don’t feel real gritty no more
Ay fuck the fame and fuck these bitches, that shit silly though bro
Empower myself, cause that money won’t fill your soul
I got two gates to my crib, this shit ain’t fate just admit
 I worked my ass off for this, and I deserve what I get
This rappin’ ain’t just for kicks it’s all escapism when
I hit the page with my pen, and I’m in
Damn… Funny seeing how they switch it up when you get to the bag
Before them and they mad
Ain’t got no sympathy for bitches that ain’t feeling my swag
I spit venom and slag, flow like I’m on the rag
Sessante Nove in my closet bitch, I ain’t with the politics
I just speak my mind, could give a fuck if you acknowledge it
All these other rappers sound like turds with some light polishing
They can’t flow it slow, yeah they ain’t no lexicologists
My vocabulary ever expanding to the point I’m on a whole different plane
Where I’m existing it rain diamonds, if I can’t be the greatest in my city
Well I guess it gotta go up in flames, this pressure got me deranged
I’m fucking hungry and you haters looking like some filet, you sad that I’m getting paid
I’m doing better than you, so you look at me and you hate
Cause you can see your mistakes, and I be in first place
I mean first class is what I fly when I be leaving the states
When I buy clothes overseas, pay international rates 
But I ain’t trippin cause my bankroll ‘bout as fat as your face, I pay in cash yeah I’m straight
Slay my opponents with no warning I’m just blastin’ away, feel like I’m Cassius Clay
Cause you be looking like these bars is punching you in the face
And you say “Damn Lil Cray, your flow is opium, so dope I mean you one of the greats”
I can’t agree but hey, I just might be one day
Especially if I keep growing with my rhymes and evolving as a person
Started this as a joke and now I’m rhyming with a purpose
I cannot see the time, I got this ice up on my hurt wrist
Please just enjoy your life before you end up in a hearse bitch
And that’s that real real game I’m spitting boy, real real pain I’ve written
Bitch we are not peers I ain’t the same, I’m different
Thinking hard, I got a bigger brain power within
I go hard just like i’m super saiyan, no krillin
How the fuck you pull up and you spray and don’t kill him?
I get to the beat and then I slay it, no witness
Never face defeat, the way I’m playing so vicious
You get down bad and then you stay in them ditches
Boy I dig my way out with an aim gon’ hit this
Target that I placed and I ain’t playing you bitches
Living life up in the fast lane, I’m dippin’ whoa
This shit is hot like a sundress in summertime
That era passed and so did my need for you in my life
I’m moving on and I’m so strong i’m like some dolomite, I mean obsidian
I’m in your city and I’m thriving bitch I’m trying but I can’t see any end in sight
Okay I admit my heart is darker than the night, don’t keep my flows tight
Emotions flow right through me I’m like a window come and peek into your soul truly
(CONTINUED IN COMMENTS)

LIMITLESS (prod. nk)

"TRAP STAR!" IS OUT NOW ON ALL STREAMING PLATFORMS!
SKRR SKRR!! -Lil Crayola

TRAP STAR

COLD

ROCKFORD HILLS

OFF THE LOT

MENACE

AMIRI JEANS

STARS

OUT NOW ON ALL MAJOR STREAMING PLATFORMS!

LYRICS:
Bitch I been smoking pounds of that top shelf while I’m in quarantine
Brand new laser sight from overseas, yeah that’s a foreign beam
Lambo wit a big V12, it’s purrin I make foreigns sing
Fuck wit Cray you might go missin, make sure you ain’t never seen
Bitch I know I’m dope I been noticed
Spit magic like hocus pocus
My iPhone got three camera lenses I ain’t losing my focus
Why the fuck they talk like I’m slowin? I’m Only smoking on potent
Until the wheels fall off, I put in Work you see my Emotion
I’m banging gears, could give a fuck if my transmission can handle it
Diamonds look extraterrestrial, I’m not from this planet bitch
Why you broke lil boy? it’s like you seen the bag and just ran from it
We are not the same, got bigger gats and I’m steady brandishing
Ain’t got shit to say except I know i’m goated and only been getting
Better from the jump I know I’m golden, I’m focused 
So where the crown I should hold it
Gotta take my talent and hone it, 
Before you press me I’m hoping
You understand that I’m chosen
I’m on the top floor, no Uzi I be up up uppity
Speedin’ fast escaping cops they giving tickets, no chuck-e-cheese
I can’t help it my whip fast, and I’m just trying to duck police
My whole team they got my back, for real I know that they fuck with me
You should fuck with me too
Cause I’m a militant dude
And You get chopped and screwed
If I don’t like how you move
And I’m strapped with a mac
I pull up with the tool
Brain told me to stop
Heart told me to shoot
I’m wit 88botus in the cut bitch what the fuck is up
Shawty got an hourglass figure and a bubble butt
I ain’t gotta stress about no bills so I just run it up
You can find me ballin next year with a bronco truck

LIL CRAYOLA

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