Crawl (feat. Hunter Price)

Lighters in the crib we killing roaches in the baby cradle

Couple jaegers in the Julio I’m talking baby makers (makers)

Anybody gotta chance at dropping out cause fuck a major

Ever since the days of Yeezy in attic up in Decatur (in Decatur)

And it was never the same

Picture little hunter with the dreams of getting on stage

And weeding out all my pain, baby but what can i say?

Rather talk about hoes, rims, colors of grades (what)

Yeah they callin me the G.O.A

Because the T. ain’t coming til I take a damn break

You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up and watch how we

Roll up

But i don’t wanna show up unless your bitch brought the grade A

Fifty flares

But i been patiently waiting for the virtuoso to interfere

A touch of tears, now it’s clear as day that i’m swimming in your speakers

From ear to ear (staying chasing)

Got a golden beretta, I got your name on the back

And I got it down in Caseta (pow pow bitch)

Motherfuckers waiting on the year I tell em

It’s about damn time you had the nuts to interfere

Trusting the image I’m seeing before me

Shit ain’t change except my people still waiting for me, or just to be clear

I never told a bitch I wished her well, you got the dawg

I got the juice I hope you burn in hell (hell)

Wanted the extra features, grammy nominated

Fuck it if I don’t wanna fake it

It’s history in the making I got a bird in a jet and I fair a fox in a set

Took the game and left and cracked the windows cause I'm faded

Tell the world I’m sicko, take it, go take it that shit is yours

If you got the guts then you gotta know that you gonna make it

Until then take a step back and wait a minute

Don’t disrespect the name of who decides to claim it bitch

(Yee! I fucked that up, one more time imma do it again. Yee)

(Nomad bitch)