Lyrics CR0C$ - Missing Texture feat. mustthisbe

(Awgust, why you-)
Saw him last week, hired men on his block
Keep me out the house while his whole squad watch
Now they all gonna see who I brought with me
Yeah, I'mma dick her down in my brand new Crocs
She fuckin with my style, I got what she needs
Your girl done left, but she left with me
You logged back on just to sit here and gawk?
Yeah, I'mma dick her down in my brand new Crocs
Sasquatch, Pinnex call me that
How I be working like this but I'm hairy like that?
Piss from a cat, I be smoking fat packs
Should've flexed like this when I knew what I had
Box with fists? I box with lips
Your girl looking shook, guess you box your bitch
I'mma slam a fifth, pull up to your crib
I'mma leave you with a lisp, broke boy checklist
Dolby, digital, visceral surround sound
I'mma fuck you up, leave your ragdoll downtown
I'mma run amok and maybe smoke a few blunts
So when you think you see me know you better fucking duck (goddamn)
I'm a menace, name is Dennis, she in Venice, I am reckless
I'd admit to twenty incidents but that would mean I did it (yuh)
I don't really want it baby, see you fidget, get it baby
I might hurt a couple people, flush out all the bigots (yuh)
Really feel it now, made a sleeve for my dick
Rubber ain't mean nothing when I'm sliding in the slit (wet, wet)
Insurrection, total destruction
When I die, leave the beat in pre-production
I got hella talent, I'm a super star to kids
And I got tons of women who be sharing me with friends
And they don't even like me not an itty-bitty bit
Yo, QVC, Lori spin it round real quick
Saw him last week, hired men on his block
Keep me out the house while his whole squad watch
Now they all gonna see who I brought with me
Yeah, I'mma dick her down in my brand new Crocs
She fuckin with my style, I got what she needs
Your girl done left, but she left with me
You logged back on just to sit here and gawk?
Yeah, I'mma dick her down in my brand new Crocs
Yo bitch she back in my city, give 2 cents it's plenty
She on me in fifty, aye
Yo bitch she twirl like a circus, this chain got her nervous
Thank her for her service, aye
Yo bitch she wanna observe this, got me in her cervix
Jacked son like it's Curtis (you bitch!)
Shit, you walked in and saw this, caught dead like a carcass
Switch gears like I'm Marcus
Red Crocs (sporting!) 'Cagos (Jordan!)
Cooking like Gordon, bitch that's what I do
Why she stay tweaking? She on me and geekin'
We fuck on the weekend, got love for the crew
Thirteen hoes like the holes in my shoe
Lil Red ridin' with them red bottom boots
Griddy 'til I'm forty, giving dummies green shorties
Why they acting horny-horny while I'm spitting in the booth?
Screaming dear lordy while I'm rickin' momma morty
Curvin' with my warty chordee, she got my cum in her tooth
Hit it accidental, know my whip is not rental
While I'm all up in her mental, she got nothing to lose
Thinkin' sentimental while she doggin' out the kennel
Caught the fire she the kindle got this bitch on the loose
Aye, I'm her trainer, probably train her
Big boy Bartholomew hit the caboose
Saw him last week, hired men on his block
Keep me out the house while his whole squad watch
Now they all gonna see who I brought with me
Yeah, I'mma dick her down in my brand new Crocs
She fuckin with my style, I got what she needs
Your girl done left, but she left with me (With me!)
You logged back on just to sit here and gawk?
Yeah, I'mma dick her down in my brand new Crocs
Fuck you, I'm a danger to rap
Cause my style won't fade, no this ain't a fad
Took so much Compound V today
You could call me Super-Lad, call me Thor, not a dad
Motherfuckers think it's funny how I walk up in the party
I just point at 4 of 'em, cause they acting like they naughty
Put 3 shots down, she in love with Bacardi
2 bad bitches, one named Sam, one iCarly
Cooking like Gordon, bitch that's what I do-do-do
I'm a menace, name is Dennis, she in Venice, I am reckless
I'd admit to twenty incidents but that would mean I did it
I don't really want it baby, see you fidget, get it baby
I might hurt a couple people, flush out all the bigots (yuh)
Really feel it now, made a sleeve for my dick
Rubber ain't mean nothing when I'm sliding in the slit
Insurrection, total destruction
When I die, leave the beat in pre-production
I got hella talent, I'm a super star to kids
And I got tons of women who be sharing me with friends
And they don't even like me not an itty-bitty bit
Yo, QVC, Lori spin it round real quick
You logged back on just to sit here and gawk?
Yeah, I'mma dick her down in my brand new Crocs