(Christian Crusin)
(Verse 1)
Kick and Snare
Knocking like JDilla
I like my bitches, brown and vanilla
Homies with the dealer
Homies with the killer
And you know we all eating dinner
Was born a winner
Can't be a quiter
By the rules of god man I can't be a sinner
But I got liquor, in my liver
I ain't no Jackson but this still a thriller
Bursting on beat with the heat like Miami
Slamming on the gas, peddle to the Caddy
Looked at my phone, message from Gabby
Says she want to have a threesome with Abby
I got two bitches to the left
And I got two bitches to the right
Its gunna be a hell of a night with a dirty ass sprite
And Its tight
(bitch!)

(Hook)
Waking up so fresh
Smoking that sesh
A text from my bitch
Tell her get off my dick
Life is a trip
With all this drip
Steady dippin till the
Day I no longer exist
(Verse 2)
Cruisin in my 64 with the big dough
By the side
That's how we ride over here
With no fear only beer money near
Arrow the block till the road is clear
Come and look how we live over here
Got hella currentsy like a cashier
See through the bullshit crystal clear
Life is so beautiful I shed a tear
(Bitch)