Street Trill - Crack Party lyrics

[Intro] (Excessive vomiting and coughing flood the scene as the listener is taken, quite literally, into the belly of a "crack party") (Laughing and random shouts echo across the track as the beat takes hold) [Verse 1] Walk up to the party with a pocket full of dro Now that b**h wanna know If she can get a hit s** my dick, you a f**ing hoe Now I'm headed for the show A couple hundred dollars Now some b**hes s** my toes Now we ready to go Maybe I'll find you on a dark lonely night With my wings, I take flight Mayday! Mayday! She puffing on that Molly Okay! Okay! I smell that rancid p**y So okay, you got me. I'm tired of feeling lonely Getting f**ed up every f**ing day Starting to give me anxiety You know I put acid in my Gatorade Bombay in my lemonade She's a big b**h, she's got big titties My homies call her "Busty." Splashing b**hes with chardonnay I love my b**h, Susan. She a crazy b**h But she also gave me some gooey itch Wy Ain't U Bin Callin' Mane? You scared, chump I'm gonna give your motherf**ing girlfriend a dirty hump Two or three pumps She's choking down cum She wants to f**ing run But my dick down her throat Makes her remember her dad Now she feels sad She's crying with my dick in her mouth The memories escaping her skull I'm smoking f**ing crack I whipped her back until she was f**ing dead (Susan, you're just so f**ing dead b**h. Oh my f**ing God) (Crack Party skit intermission) [Verse 2] Talking broke sh**, Aaron Carter You know I go harder I'm f**ing living larger Drinking on that lager I'm f**ing moving farther Spitting sh**, don't bother I'm moving product Don't give no f**ing f**s I'll steal your girl hit her from the back I got racks on racks on racks Stashing cash on stacks of cash I'm flaunting f**ing Gucci, b**h White girls don't f** with that Married woman scars across my back 40 year old Asian woman Trying to give me a heart attack This party is full of crack Dealers paying for your slack Die alone or wither quick s** my f**ing cracked out dick She's a mommy, not a commie She's always selling me molly [Outro] She's a mommy, not a commie She's always selling me Molly And she s**s some dick Oh and you know she's f**ing licking my balls She f**ing takes my hair in her f**ing lips She f**ing s**s that sh** That's existential-actual She's a mommy, not a commie She's always selling me Molly And she s**s that dick So when you're thinking of me, just remember That I am the Mystic Vision The beast of the kingdom