Lyrics Krutch - Tahmond

Tryna lean on me when you broke
Bitch I ain't no crutch
When a nigga down you never spoke
Nigga fake as fuck
Hit a nigga up to come and smoke
Well you outta luck
Now I took yo bitch to give me throat
And call the uber truck
Say you is the plug I beat you up
What's in yo pocket?
Claim you selling all these drugs you ain't no thug I got your wallet
Nigga say you at my head but I ain't dead so nigga stop it
Before I run up knock yo head
While you is making bank deposits

(Ah)
You don't want no beef I eat you niggas up like cornbread
Leave it in the streets you squad ain't ready for the guns and bloodshed
You don't kill no beats think yo shit is hard yea you a dickhead
Walk up press yo team saying the shit you talked was misread
(Ah)
Plotting on the team I point my beam now it ain't what it seems
Choppa have you screaming like a bitch when she about to cream
Oops yo bitch is leaving now yo bitchass got low self-esteem
Cause she said you dreaming if you think you finna clap her cheeks
And drop out the top with a glock and extendy clip, yea all the big homies shoot off the rip
Yo squad a boat then we knocking down any ship, leave yo ass dry like corn chip
Run in yo house and we leaving it penniless
Leave yo ass broke and we dip quick
Called yo bitch over to skinny dip
The homie was fucking no friendships

Tryna lean on me when you broke
Bitch I ain't no crutch
When a nigga down you never spoke
Nigga fake as fuck
Hit a nigga up to come and smoke
Well you outta luck
Now I took yo bitch to give me throat
And call the uber truck
Say you is the plug I beat you up
What's in yo pocket?
Claim you selling all these drugs you ain't no thug I got your wallet
Nigga say you at my head but I ain't dead so nigga stop it
Before I run up knock yo head
While you is making bank deposits

(Ah)
Grown ass nigga hiding in yo house
Straight on bitch shit
Ducking from me think you kan get out
Leave yo lip split
When I see you ima go all out
Then staying stitched lip
I can take yo bitch it ain't no doubt
I got the big drip
Lean I take a big sip
Choppa make yo hip rip
Hit you for a big brick
Then give my bitch some big dick
Opps I act a foolie on
Fingers turn the coochie on
Walking with the Gucci on
Dam yo bitch a groupie
(Aw)
Diamonds got them minerals
Yo diamonds look real different tho
See the green up on yo neck I know your pockets pitiful
I ain't no nigga to press
She juss want some rude sex
Ran off on the plug and then I bought my bitch a new dress
Weed is gone reduce stress
Designer yea the new sweats
Talk upon the family and I hang you up like hoop nets