QU/NTEN - Crib Lyrics

If you put the ball up in my hands imma know what to do baby imma Josh Cribb it
Long time since I had to do anything besides winning
I'm all for my fans when she hit me like she here and all these old hoes is texting me like oh girl he just all business
Denim jeans baggy and they chrome fitted
Way that she love K would've thought that he was coaching it
Swear I'm like Jetas what she throwing on her posts
She got treachy on her tone
Teeth shining like I'm combing it
My Brodie throwing sets up like Chanel bags
My Cousin in the kennel free my
Dawg up out the pen man
And God know it's been a long sentence I'm sayin man
All that timing talk we suited up
CTL swag but that's not why they choosing us
Top two but not y'all I swear that y'all ain't two to us
Spent a bag up on a bag at Tootsies this hoe tooted up
They think that they toe to toe
But they can't even touch or hold the side of me
That goes to show
It's happening in my city shot putting we on shoulder vault
Pound out every chance we Michael Turner running like it's fourth and goal to go nigga
Yea, she ending all her sentences with periods so I'm wearing capitol
Hermes dropped the arguments It wild what a bag will do
Prada wallet too she can't help but say Prada you or proud of you
Just wait until I'm back at you
I ain't even got to trip
Baby YS Me cologne come on and get a whiff
Told her go and get real go get a grip
Way that she stay cap everyday she must got a lot of Wigs
I think that she actin a way we must got a lot of kids
Wrong seats, way back in bleeds bleeds I'm front
She got it I and she know it I could tell the way she
Her purse match her curves so I could tell her It ain't much
Ay I riding back with top downs
I'm in a session bout to buy the section, cop rounds
And I don't no cop outs
A nigga want the smoke with me he gon have to cough it out
If you put the ball up in my hands imma know what to do baby imma Josh Cribb it
Long time since I had to do anything besides winning
I'm all for my fans when she hit me like she here and all these old hoes is texting me like oh girl he just all business
Denim jeans baggy and they chrome fitted
Way that she love K would've thought that he was coaching it
Swear I'm like Jetas what she throwing on her posts
She got treachy on her tone
Teeth shining like I'm combing it
My Brodie throwing sets up like Chanel bags
My Cousin in the kennel free my
Dawg up out the pen man
And God know it's been a long sentence I'm sayin man
All that timing talk we suited up
CTL swag but that's not why they choosing us
Top two but not y'all I swear that y'all ain't two to us
Spent a bag up on a bag at Tootsies this hoe tooted up