DJ $crim with that 808
Motherf*cker, pass the buck
Or should I say bucks?
I could give a f*ck about ifs, ands, or buts
You still getting cut because this is a team, and you not with us
We summing up funds, we funding our sums
To you this is work, to me this fun
Atilla the Hun, dread what we become
We chewin' up CEOs, spittin' out bums
We never stuck in a rut, Norman Atomic is pissing that mud
Ridin' clean in the muck, diamonds gleaming in my semen
Get the meaning? Now she screaming, "put yo' seed in my gut!"
I'm like, "slut, you f*cking nuts—you best believe I'm about bust"
Get on your knees and please just suck
What? You got a problem with it?
Well, I could give a f*ck
I'm finna pluck you like a flower petal
Drop you back down to that bottom level
My ambitions as a rider, I'm a shotta bumping 'Pac and Biggie
Gimmie the loot, gimmie the loot
Or you can meet this semi (grrah!)
Listening to Em while I'm smoking and I'm popping pillies
Switch it to Weezy, sipping sleazy, thinking about a milli' (woo!)
This that dirty south, cracker, junkie that you heard of
Pill popping, armed robber, always talking slurred up (what?)
Chopped and screwed, sippin' juice, f*cking love that syrup (woo)
Sick f*ck, psycho goonies, no, them meds won't cure us
This New Orleans, killers lurking, maybe rob a tourist
Lord, forgive me if I'm slippin' and them haters burn us
I just don't know no other way, $crimmy always f*cked up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
