Father - Crush2016 lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Ethereal] Flip phone ringing, I know who it is Baby momma buzzing me but I ain't got no kids Thank lord it's another day for a n***a Told my team it's some other ways for us n***a Now we making hella cream, ain't no extra splitting Since she see me up on Ma** Appeal and started giggling Girl you ain't seen nothing just watch how I get it Called Fat on FaceTime, b**h started tripping Blowing Ls with Lord Narf windows up the car in park Got the shell, I ain't worried bout the smell now f** 12, we got money for that bail now I ain't even gotta worry bout the mail now Tryna make you understand I'm 'bout to cop the island Take you on a natural high, just like a pilot When I shop you know I gotta cop for two Girl I had to let you know I got a crush on you [Hook: Ethereal] I know you seen me on the internet (True) I know you seen us out here k**in' it (True) But you still don't pay me no attention Listenin' to what your girl friends mention He's a s*ut, he's a ho, he's a freak He's got a different girl every day of the week Yeah slick, but see I'm not the normal dude Just had to let you know that I got a crush on you [Verse 2: Lord Narf] Well it's a motherf**ing bomb Up over the squad, who'd have even thought That all those late nights and 40 ounces now we pop Ciroc You think that we didn't move our feet and stump a n***a out with some Forces Spotted with Awful, you know that we awful, we run through your city with torches Now go ahead and hush that big black deep, wide a** black hole Up in your face and put some dough up in my bank I'm tryna ride around in Gotham, put some glo up in the place And I'm knowing they rocking they [?], same n***as that's [?], they hoes know my name The same hoes that be online and swear they Mary Jane Be the same hoes that hit my blunt and hit the fade away Be the same hoes that say they down but they can barely handle n***a turn your a** around and sit down, not making me smile You pitting a frown on my face Now won't you, won't you watch me pull up in the Kawasaki Ain't tryna flex like I'm rich, promise you this, no fake Versace You won't even know where I go so you can't even stop me Worst come to worst, I'm probably chilling with your papi [Hook: Ethereal] [Verse 3: Father] You know what, hey, b**h I'm tired Tired of tellin' the truth and you always think that I'm lyin' Runnin' after you tryin' to not to cum until after you Thought I captured you now I can't tell who captured who Love me when I give you candy, percocets, yellow xannies Purple Armanis please tell me b**h, why you actin' funny Stay stuntin' and blunted baby girl, you stay runnin', runnin' Don't be scared to spend that money, throw a couple hundreds I got something I must confess, n***as been so possessed Rolexes and percocet prescriptions, you know them my addictions Lookin' for b**hes that talk less, shut the f** up and listen Young rich n***a, aye, that's my description I can't really tell you if this love or lust I just shrug, aye, and keep on f**in', bustin' nuts Say some funny sh** just to make a b**h blush If worst comes to worst, keep this on the hush [Hook: Ethereal]