Monster
featuring Sharoyce Antwan and Dreezy
featuring Sharoyce Antwan and Dreezy
Lyrics
Don't Have Sharoyce's Lyrics
Don't Have Sharoyce's Lyrics
Dreezy
And I got young money like it aint old
You niggas is bitches, go paint toes
And I'm running this shit like ankles
And I'm still getting that money even when the bank closed
Money is my main bitch, cash is the language
Get in the ring with me, it's like you jumping in a flame pit
Crazy flow, insane sick, you niggas aint saying shit
Send yo general ass to the hospital, Frank Smith
Cuz you are wack, a mole
I'm a mothafuckin' trip like when you pack and go
I'm a tool in the shed, better ask a hoe
Money to the sky, still got stacks to blow
I'm dope like what Soulja Boy sniff
Superman ya loser man, that Soulja Boy shit
Red and white vans, Coca-Cola type shit
Take over the game, gimmie yo controller type shit
And I'm all about the top like her bra
Switching up the pitch like a mothafuckin' curve ball
No homo, but I don't feel ya ass
And if you feeling jazzy, then I can Uncle Phil ya ass
My wallet and my pockets are just filled with cash
I been clean, you gotta go steal a bath
Haahahha, and that was my silly laugh
But I only do that when I'm counting that silly cash
M.J., I'm feeling really bad
And if there's no ceilings, I will snap your ceiling back
These niggas must be sniffing crack
And I try to stay calm, I don't wanna lift a gat
You a kitten, I'm a killer cat
And I don't need to be a denist to know that you feeling that
I'm bright, you barley shine
And every line, is very fine
And I got young money like it aint old
You niggas is bitches, go paint toes
And I'm running this shit like ankles
And I'm still getting that money even when the bank closed
Money is my main bitch, cash is the language
Get in the ring with me, it's like you jumping in a flame pit
Crazy flow, insane sick, you niggas aint saying shit
Send yo general ass to the hospital, Frank Smith
Cuz you are wack, a mole
I'm a mothafuckin' trip like when you pack and go
I'm a tool in the shed, better ask a hoe
Money to the sky, still got stacks to blow
I'm dope like what Soulja Boy sniff
Superman ya loser man, that Soulja Boy shit
Red and white vans, Coca-Cola type shit
Take over the game, gimmie yo controller type shit
And I'm all about the top like her bra
Switching up the pitch like a mothafuckin' curve ball
No homo, but I don't feel ya ass
And if you feeling jazzy, then I can Uncle Phil ya ass
My wallet and my pockets are just filled with cash
I been clean, you gotta go steal a bath
Haahahha, and that was my silly laugh
But I only do that when I'm counting that silly cash
M.J., I'm feeling really bad
And if there's no ceilings, I will snap your ceiling back
These niggas must be sniffing crack
And I try to stay calm, I don't wanna lift a gat
You a kitten, I'm a killer cat
And I don't need to be a denist to know that you feeling that
I'm bright, you barley shine
And every line, is very fine
MC_Crary
Bitchs on my dick, so I guess I'll go hard
Talk slick bitch nigga, I take you out in yo hard
From the start, been bossin up
Now I go beat mode, jack in my glass cup
You know I keep trees rolled
The greatest story ever told, is about to unflod
When I write a new verse, yeah pops made his son bold
And when it comes to work yeah a ton I done sold
It's MC_Crary muthafucka you can me the killa
because I murder everything just to show that I'm iller
I'm not friendly, no comrad
Got clips packed in my bag
The tracked for your back
If you try to attack, why would you do that
No one screw mac
I'm too busy fuckin elsewhere, two girls in the sack
I don't suffer at all for a lack of pussy
But that don't show that I'm better than ya'll
When I throw a punch, it gets tougher to call
Hit me up for a feature every beat I been eatin
Think I said that beofre but its just to let you niggas know
So to show I'm a boss, you other niggas so slow
Don't choke as I poke on your throat
Don't spit on me bitch
Cause you can suck on the barrel if my dick too thick
Feedback
Keep It Real
Wifed Up
Bitchs on my dick, so I guess I'll go hard
Talk slick bitch nigga, I take you out in yo hard
From the start, been bossin up
Now I go beat mode, jack in my glass cup
You know I keep trees rolled
The greatest story ever told, is about to unflod
When I write a new verse, yeah pops made his son bold
And when it comes to work yeah a ton I done sold
It's MC_Crary muthafucka you can me the killa
because I murder everything just to show that I'm iller
I'm not friendly, no comrad
Got clips packed in my bag
The tracked for your back
If you try to attack, why would you do that
No one screw mac
I'm too busy fuckin elsewhere, two girls in the sack
I don't suffer at all for a lack of pussy
But that don't show that I'm better than ya'll
When I throw a punch, it gets tougher to call
Hit me up for a feature every beat I been eatin
Think I said that beofre but its just to let you niggas know
So to show I'm a boss, you other niggas so slow
Don't choke as I poke on your throat
Don't spit on me bitch
Cause you can suck on the barrel if my dick too thick
Feedback
Keep It Real
Wifed Up
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