Murder of Crows (feat. Lil Tone)

Stalkin' when I’m walkin', dodgin' hearses in the dirt

Pop a pill then write a will, I blow my brain out while I skrrt

Yeah you soft, Nerf, cutthroat first

Try it every time, I swear these fuckers never learn

I be drippin' in designer all the money that I earn

Talkin' shit about me smoking when you can’t afford to burn

I be Catching the snakes with the mower

I’m chopping the head off but I don’t need choppers or blowers

Machete a shower, no grower

The stoner be zoning while splitting

I’m high and a roller

Pockets so swollen they fat, it’s a bloater

Left em 4 dead, got the slug on my shoulder

Indiana Jones Blow clouds like boulders

Wanna be able to retire before I’m older

My packs be so loud that Helen Keller hear that shit

And I’m burnin' bush so heavy even Moses take a hit

Ten Commandments on a bitch

Popping beans I flick a Bic

Thou shalt not be disrespectful

Or I pull up with the stick

Goddamn goddamn

Whip round in a retro trans am

Midnight killer I’m the new sandman

Smash a fucker with a wardrobe, roar, Aslan

CS:GO, just got a VAC ban

Shouts out slump god, build a drop top van

Glock go Flintstones, click, bam bam

Check in outpatient, blame on the Xans and

Kill switch stick like Voldemort, aye

Killed a pack a day when I smoked ports, aye

Beyblade, hit em with a rip cord, you keep on repeating yourself, I call it Hodor, aye

Rich goth boy, I’m Vader, mm

Magazine shit, like Fader, mm

Truck for my weed, Tow Mater

Demon goat legs like a Greek myth satyr, mm

Like wait, wait, wait

Just smoked 11 backwoods and I’m straight

Ichabod crane, stroll up hell’s gates

With the Bape and I put Satan back in his place

Wrap em in cellophane like I be dexter, mm

Jus stole yo bitch Imma sext her, mm

Guilty a serial flexer

Fighting with my girl but I get good neck first, mm

Like wait wait wait

I got a shark mouth on top of my face

I got a couple hundred on my waist

Think I came out the womb in outer space

Quoted Helvetica all on my lace

Digglet, I’m coming out my fuckin' grave

Self taught still bend words like Aang

You eating the ramen, I been eatin cake



[Lil Tone]

Breezin’ through the market

Out here tryna make a profit

I’m a prophet, y’all just cheesy

Like a motherfuckin’ omelette, yeah

Lighter in my pocket, let’s get started

I’m whole-hearted

I’m just waiting for the day when you n***as come out the closet, yeah

Walkin’ away

I gotta get all my pay

On the beat just like I’m Dre

What I convey

Never speak upon my name

Gemini, I’m out the May!

Star Trek, never fazed (phased)

I don’t do it for the fame

Y’all n***as don’t know the game

Me and the crow got the flame

Y’all n***as better just stay in your lane, yeah

Y’all just super scary, aye

I’m livin like Larry, aye

Takin’ off my smiles, I got styles just like Harry, aye

On me retro Jordans, aye

No Tommy, jus Lauren, aye

True Religions on me, I’m bout to be worth a fortune

I wanna Porsche just to wreck it and torch it

I’m out here knockin on your door like a Mormon

I just smoked a blunt to lift up my endorphins

A power ranger, n***a, bitch I ain’t morphin

I’m rollin’ doobies, I’m a stoner, aye

Don’t give a fuck what you gonna say

I know you itchin when I’m making chicken

Got fiery spit when I cook in the kitchen

Let’s get it