My Crib Ft. Teenage Disaster Songtext
Um, Teenage Disaster and BLCKK
When you guys make another song, could you make it, maybe, not like, not like "MASK"?
Because I wanted it to be more like, like, you sing, and, and, like, you're going through somet—
My crib the motherfuckin' place to go
Let's pop this shit then we can pull out the Rollie
Drive that car, we can crash it like we bought it
Ha, a credit card just to purchase narcotics
Like, ah, and take a pic with me
Yeah, rich motherfucker better D-I-E
When you guys make another song, could you make it, maybe, not like, not like "MASK"?
Because I wanted it to be more like, like, you sing, and, and, like, you're going through somet—
My crib the motherfuckin' place to go
Let's pop this shit then we can pull out the Rollie
Drive that car, we can crash it like we bought it
Ha, a credit card just to purchase narcotics
Like, ah, and take a pic with me
Yeah, rich motherfucker better D-I-E
Yeah, sick with thе shit, call up CDC
And we could both burn better, bitch, BTD, uh (Woah, woah, woah)
Yеah, bitch, two-hundred on the freeway (Yeah)
Detour, I'm whippin' out the piece, bitch, D-Day (Woah)
I stopped givin' a fuck when Thorne got four M's (Woah)
I-I'm in his checkin' account spendin' it for him (Yeah)
I couldn't have picked a worse day off
I'm on a fifth of tequila, spittin' on four dead, yeah (Woah, woah)
Bitch, they'll never give me awards, so I
Bought some shit that I can't afford (Woah, woah)
Two guns, two cars, two vests, I request (Yeah, yeah)
Faggot-ass rappers, drop a motherfuckin' address
I don't know who the fuck let you get in the practice? (Woah)
Somebody send him a shot, I'ma see if he catch it (Woah)
Mixin' chemicals, bitch, I'm active (Woah)
Keep it steady, that shit reactive (Woah)
Uh, send him to heaven if he a rapper, bow
Bitch, yeah, send him a package (Ayy)
My crib the motherfuckin' place to go
Let's pop this shit then we can pull out the Rollie
Drive that car, we can crash it like we bought it
Ha, a credit card just to purchase narcotics
Say, ah, and take a pic with me
Yeah, rich motherfucker better D-I-E
Yeah, sick with the shit, call up CDC
And we could both burn better, bitch, BTD, uh
And we could both burn better, bitch, BTD, uh (Woah, woah, woah)
Yеah, bitch, two-hundred on the freeway (Yeah)
Detour, I'm whippin' out the piece, bitch, D-Day (Woah)
I stopped givin' a fuck when Thorne got four M's (Woah)
I-I'm in his checkin' account spendin' it for him (Yeah)
I couldn't have picked a worse day off
I'm on a fifth of tequila, spittin' on four dead, yeah (Woah, woah)
Bitch, they'll never give me awards, so I
Bought some shit that I can't afford (Woah, woah)
Two guns, two cars, two vests, I request (Yeah, yeah)
Faggot-ass rappers, drop a motherfuckin' address
I don't know who the fuck let you get in the practice? (Woah)
Somebody send him a shot, I'ma see if he catch it (Woah)
Mixin' chemicals, bitch, I'm active (Woah)
Keep it steady, that shit reactive (Woah)
Uh, send him to heaven if he a rapper, bow
Bitch, yeah, send him a package (Ayy)
My crib the motherfuckin' place to go
Let's pop this shit then we can pull out the Rollie
Drive that car, we can crash it like we bought it
Ha, a credit card just to purchase narcotics
Say, ah, and take a pic with me
Yeah, rich motherfucker better D-I-E
Yeah, sick with the shit, call up CDC
And we could both burn better, bitch, BTD, uh
