Delinquents

(álbum: Creep - 2013)

[Bones:]
What?
Young white pimp, switchblade on my dick
Blunt guts in my veins, Backwoods on my lips
I ain't riding with a clip, I'm riding with my clique
No tent, let 'em see me when I'm riding in the whip
Black beeper on my hip, buzzing hard like a bitch
Nextel making moves, and I make a bitch strip
Feed her drugs, watch her die, I'mma help the suicide
All my girls going to die when they see I have a ride
When they see just how I act, when they hear just how I rap
All black to the hat, now I'm creeping for the cash
Flashback to the past, now I'm pimping in the flash
Fuck whoever said I wouldn't, getting cash, flicking ash
I'm, bitch, living life like a prince
Got jewels on my hands, heirlooms on my wrist
I'm, what, living like a motherfucking prince
Got jewels on my hands, heirlooms on my wrist
What?

[Eddy Baker:]
Eddy fucking Baker, bitch, know I'm high off the dope
Got the grams in my pocket and a scale in my coat
Killing every fucking beat, yeah, it's murder he wrote
Try to play me for a ho, then I'm grabbing your throat
God damn, I'm so dope like a bag of the blow
Fucked your bitch in the bathroom and you didn't even know
I just hit it from the back while she sniffing the snow
Bust a nut in her face then I hit the backdo'
I'm a crook, motherfucker, got no love for the po'
I can never wife a bitch, I'm in love with the dough
Got some plugs on the drugs, I can get 'em for low
Ecstasy, marijuana, even pints of the poe
My niggas stay in the streets but we still keep it low
Little blunts, little fuck, then we hitting the sto'
I can never get enough, always fiending some mo'
Bad bitch on my dick, how deep can I go?
Yup, Yeah