WayneGretzky

“Crisco 🔥”

Lyrics: 

Shawty Hop’n up like crisco out the pan the way she make it jump , 
smoking trees to a stump , that’s when all the fun begun, her best friend turning 21, 
We 69 until she cum ,
I Gas her up  I fill her up not 87, 91 ,
Sign ‘em up , cross em off the list after I line em up, trying not up in my vocab , unless Im tryna fk, fine as fk , lady in the street but fk me like a slut , I quarterback this dicc a 100 yards & then she catch the nut, 
baby thick like ham , cornbread, & the collard greens, settled for the top she couldn’t come up out her Prada jeans ,
1 up top make a op drop lookin like a flop ,Loui Flip Flops is what I rock when I’m in the WAP , 
Bop Bop , till a niqqa pop or till I tell her stop ,
Fk a fed stop , we loading head shots , knocc’em off, 
On the porch, you ain’t want no smoke you was in the house , we ain’t never seen you on  the blocc we was keeping count ,

got it out the mud ,not my mind ,can’t forget , I never had my hands out that’s why nobody gave me shit ,

Get up out yo feelings , get a bag & stop 
chasing ass, same lil niqqa we was chasing up & down the ave,
do it sliccy, catch’em in the alley Ricky ,these niqqas work for Disney , get locked up & turn to Mickey , who wanna tempt me chopper on the necc ain’t leaving  hickeys, we spin the blocc so much my niqqas started getting dizzy , ..... turned to a business now my niqqas started getting busy , bearing arms like a grizzly when we get the glizzy, 
Might just Crack a nigga head like a joke that’s for being silly ,
Crack a nigga bitch till she yolk ,
Yea U know the dealy,
I just wanna milli by name like I’m meek,
Wit a pretty dame giving plenty brain like a geek,
I can’t make this shit up ,
I could never tell a lie , 
If I do it’s prolly cuz  the Judge want a nigga fried,
I can’t Make this shit up,
I could never tell a lie ,
Bet I make Stevie wonder how I rob a niqqa blind ,
I was sitting on the edge contemplating suicide ,
Laughing to myself like this shit is really do or die,
Shiiid, Little did I know I’m blessing in disguise 
That’s why I wake up every morning & thank God that I’m alive,

Crisco

The X Tape (Deluxe)

County Time

Lyrics ✍️:

Get so rich I cry raqs, 
Blue hunnits sittin on a bitch track,
Left my kids sleeping in her mouth now that’s
a Kidnap, 
2 blunts smoke’em back to back call it my twin pack ,
 the block like a Dj on a record way i spin that ,
Spin , Spin, Spin, spin again like a greatest hit ,
Circle round ya blocc so many times it made ur neighbor sick,
Now my paper thiccer then the hoes that you pay to flip ,
I Use to pray for this & now I flex on all the atheists,
Watch yo step , don’t get stretched these is new shoes, kicc a bitch out if i dont like the way she chew food,
A Dog with a lotta hunnits call me blues clues,
Come thru the hood that’s where we robbing all the new dudes , 
News flash , new bitch , new bag 
(That’s Tru), no hoes, no whip , no tags, (That’s You)
 If you dont have that money boy u betta have the answer , gun smoke no joke u can catch cancer ,
linking with the opps  ill never fully understand , & Not to mention on request of another man
My momma doing  hair but couldnt find no rubber bands , I took em all when I was stacking up a couple grand,
 Uh huh Yea…  it was like that , 
Cheese on me got me looking a mice trap,
Weed got me moon walking like I’m mike jack,
Baby speaking to the dicc  like mic check,
Damn,.......
Get so rich i cry raqs, 
How you want the beef but serving lemon pepper flats,
 How she let me beat it like a egg you couldnt crack,
triple zzz’s on the pack hit it once take a nap ,
Labels calling said they wanna sign me to dealy, told em up shove it up they ass like meek milly ,
So much drip make a splash like Free Willy ,
If this movie before your time you betta seek healing ,
We chillin ,  me & your bitches we got similar interest ,had’em on the team end up swapping’em out for my mistress ,
Ima Captain you Lieutenants stand up In attention, we go to war I’m taking heads
Completed the mission ,
I think different - intellect from another dimension, you try to mimic feel ur spirit in better conditions,
I keep it on me cuz i value the 2nd amendment,
Can’t slip with the banana clip in ,,
I remember everything like a elephant can ,
Ima beast in the pussy call me elephant man ,
These niggas puss & get no pussy like a celebrant trans, 
In this game ima ball I can’t sit in the stands ,
Unless it’s wit fans , passing weed while shaking they hands , God had plan , see the blessings clear when I land ,
Cuz ima cry raqs ,

CRY RAQ$ | made on the Rapchat app (prod. by prod_asme)

Lyrics: 

Fresh kiccs , bussin out the box you betta watch yo step ,
Netflix , I don’t wanna chill unless it’s in her necc,
Best friends one is black & white just like a brooklyn net,
Net spend , wire all my Raqs,  can’t wait to clear this check ,
I don’t wanna chill unless it’s in her necc,
I said fk the love replace it wit baguettes,
Kiccn down yo doe,
You know you know I’m coming wit the big slimes ,
Bodies on the floor Dey get the orders from the big slime ,

Throw yo sets up , what you rep ,
Crack the windows blue bandanas on the tech,
Load bananas throwing bullets like we Brett ,
Feds know our plays but they can’t intercept ,

Fresh whip ,  I got other hoes so please don’t waste my time ,
Next bitch she just want the same bag wit a new design ,
Next bitch , had to rock my cross  these hoes be telling lies,..
I don’t love’em I just juice’em like a lemon lime ,
I don’t buckle  ,
Use to struggle , & still made it fine ,
Fkd up yo hustle , you kept fronting all yo niqqas dimes ,
Masked up , but I ain’t out here fighting crime ,
You gotta get it how you get it when you in a bind ,

CLEAR

ESPN

Knok It Off

Lyrics ❄️: 


If I go broke like trump ,
Back to streets like pops,
He used to teach me a lot ,
I had to travel to eat wit a glocc ,
Fkd up my back had to sleep on the blocc,
Buss on her face I can’t skeet in thot ,
Niqqas want beef ima cook up a ox,
Roddy his body put him in a box ,
Get ready or not ,
16 writing 16’s,  had to get it all off my chest cuhz shit get deep , 
Fkn wit me & we bust 23  not Mike Jordan , nigga talking fred Vanfleet, 
whole life  I been surrounded by violence,
Wake up to sirens then sleep off the crying ,
We killing each other , we showing the public ,
My very own people already divided , don’t pick up my phone cuz these bitches be lying ,
She said that she love me I’m quiet I’m silent , 
Might send emojis , or might stop replying,
Calls I’m declining ,  unless it’s a paper assignment ,
 take a wood watch me fill it up wit purp, ...kill all this stress thats inside me,
 work ethic like a diamond in the dirt, ... bitch I can’t wait to start shining ,
Cool as a island , yo nigga emotions be changing like climate ,
Tripled my raqs had to turn to a boss ,
Stood up my paper it sit in a vault ,
All in my vibe tryna sprinkle the salt ,
 But didn’t do nun but turn up the sauce ,
I get the wap  on the regular now,
She cleaning the nut wit her step brother towel ,
Member  I was slanging at the metro ,
Kept it on me wit the work in the retros ,
 Dog food yea I got it like pet Co,
Weed loud got me feeling like a echo ,
Keep shitting on niqqas no pepto ,
Bad bitch taking dicc like a clepto ,
Made her give it back & gave it to the next hoe, see ya baby momma sitting in the next row ,Pussy gotta Niqqa slipping like wet soap ,
Gotta stay on my toes not flat foot ,
Fk wit me get burnt like a bad cook ,
Halloween on the scene get ya bag took ,
These lil niqqas don’t know smoke ,
Until you see ski masks run up on you wit the toast,  turn him under fire like he roast , white sheet turn him into a ghost, 
Show me the goat , bring him to the alter, sacrificial slaughter, wear em like a coat ,
Let me fix my collar , now I’m fit for business ,
Know it like a scholar , all I do is prophet ,time to count my dollars, pulling bitches in a fit I got from fallas , I don’t  the back n fourth I’m not mancala , whip it , flip it , serve it up like aunt jemimah,  10 out of 10 ,  im on perfect timing , gang!

WE PAID FREESTYLE

Spending dem Raqz again ,
I’m bringing dem packz back in , 
I’m serving who next ,
We out here trafficking ,
Clutching the straps again ,
We cutt’em wit techs , 
Flooded my wrist wit begets,
Slip off the condom & aim it then spray on her necc ,
I used to sleep by the rec,
Now I got hunnits hunnits hoe what you expect ,
I was the one you neglected, now I’m the one you respect , I had to reflect , Then heard the call from my destiny , picked up the phone the Lord blessing me , clearing a check , I used to feel like a spec , used to look down on me , now look up I’m on a jet , 
Money old like charlottes web ,
Got it tucked up like a bed, I’m thinking ahead,
Niqqas moving special Ed , flexing for the gram , pull up dey ain’t got no bread ,
Shells keep falling till one hit the head ,
I Know some crips that’ll turn ya blocc red ,
Working the pot , turn the spot to a company ,
Talk like a boss betta watch how you come for me ,
Call up ya bitch when I need her to comfort me ,
Stack up the dead till I’m living in luxury,
...
They get ghost when that tommy wit me,
Losing weight smoke a pound of that tree,
Flip more paper then haters could read,
Said She wanna  be  wealthy , 
I told her get healthy girl come get this vitamin D , 
Like a agent I’m stealthy I slide in & out of her DM ,
That’s mission complete, 
She was like ,
why all these ratchets on me not the bitches I’m talking bout fully autos wit extensions , Equipped wit
A silencer don’t like attention , been doing all kinda dirt I’m from the trenches, Die or survive , don’t choose to be no victim ,
,My niqqas on Go & won’t stop till they get’em , they wanna move slimey hit’em wit the Venom,
My pipe near the pipey underneath the denim,
Strap on my back I face my adversaries,
I’m killing these niqqas wit vocabulary ,
Remember dem days I had no bag to carry ,
But now that I’m paid I give’em bags to bury ,
Step in the booth & you know I’m gone snap,
Hit after Hit the Boy come with the slaps,
The streets couldn’t feed me , so you didn’t me , you back when I’m on where tf was you at ,
pour up the juice ,  ,
Put his head on the table we splitting his melon , riding wit felons my niqqas ain’t righteous , you catching mo bodies my niqqas get jealous , V.I.P dey quarantining our section , throwing green out like I’m coaching the Celtics , fk a selfie hoe I like my bitch selfish, I’m fkn her raw then I bust on her pelvis,
I told’em,
Gimme da task , what ever I do Betta come wit mag , how ever i move bet I’m under a mask ,dirty hunnits make it spread like a rash , peeling bands  ,
Like removing a scab, tinted up how I move thru ave ,  know the blocks never needed a nav , hit a flock when I needed a bag  , then I re up again,

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CRY RAQ$ | made on the Rapchat app (prod. by prod_asme)

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