CROC CHARM ft. Raz Nein Lyrics

Matt, you're crazy

Aye

Jumped in the crowd and I think I lost a Croc Charm

Feel like Dewey Cox, since a jit I had to walk hard

How you get bag and you blow it all on Wockhardt

Gotta start a podcast, thinking you can talk hard

Jumped in the crowd and I think I lost a Croc Charm

Shorty throwing ass in this bitch, got my cock hard

Thinking that he hot, but he sweeter than a Pop Tart

Saying that he on, need a burner just to talk hard bitch

Flex, flex, flex, I just think about stunting

Never been afraid of challenge, I ain't running

You buy it by the gram but it's cheaper by the dozen

You looking like a lick, that's why death came sudden

Push me to the edge, you gon find out

I guess in the room where you did it's, where you die now

I throw a punch, it hurt like Macachev

I'll beat a crackers ass out his Moccasins

I'll beat a bitch ass for the fuck of it

I got so much gas in my dresser, think I smuggle it

Get up off my dick, less you really trying to snuggle it

Showroom flow, you can look but can't touch the shit

This shit like a movie, it ain't HBO

They know how I do it, like the buffalo

Yeah, I'm in FL but need my wrist froze

At a 98 show, this bitch too cold

And I'm in this bitch with Raz, right

Steady skating on the beat like, it's a half pipe

Yeah I feel like Swae Lee, don't go no type

You a dog, it explains why you gon bite

Big shit like horse ass

It was tears, now it's money on the forecast

How you hating on a rapper that do Doordash

Steady stepping on this shit like a doormat

Jumped in the crowd and I think I lost a Croc Charm

Feel like Dewey Cox, since a jit I had to walk hard

How you get bag and you blow it all on Wockhardt

Gotta start a podcast, thinking you can talk hard

Jumped in the crowd and I think I lost a Croc Charm

Shorty throwing ass in this bitch, got my cock hard

Thinking that he hot, but he sweeter than a Pop Tart

Saying that he on, need a burner just to talk hard, bitch

Now I got 'em doing moshpits

Swear that I'm a nice guy, I just talk shit

No champagne in the studi, but I pop shit

That boy rap his ass off but he rock shit

That boy hotter than a bitch, no furnace

Chiefing on a wood, ash that shit and then I burn it

Chief Keef, spend this money cause I earned it

She don't like the trap shit, but she heard this

And the flow make dollars, it don't make sense

Too raw but I always practice safe sex

On the court, but I used to be the one on the bench

They unsure, heard this, now they off of the fence

Can't say I don't miss, but it's rare that I do

Life going up and down, like a W do

Had to bring the big guns, MW two

Keep my Crocs on, I don't wear none of my shoes

Bitch