Lyrics:

Okay, so you got a single mom with four kids, the, you know, the father just went to jail, I can imagine that being pretty tough
Yeah that shit was crazy, it was real crazy but it made me who I am
Aye, yeah!

Deep up in these streets, I was hanging with them drug dealers
It was me and dreanesha, we had two slugs with us
Thuggin, I came from nothing, I hung with drug dealers
You can't take away my heart, it ain't no love in it
Let me tell you 'bout some real shit
I had a deal, but I ain't wanna have to split shit
By December, set a goal, and that's to get rich
I ain't got no friends, but it's okay, I got a Mill sitting
Talking to my brother, from a jail cell
I heard the police tell him hang up, you ain't got no mail
Any nigga disrespect my mother, going to hell
I ain't posting, with no nigga loving, niggas frail
Bitches sucking, snitching disrespecting, other misses
You ain't in my lane, bitch you can't sit up in my breeches
Talking like you tough, so you in person, you ain't with it
Crunching on these bitches, chocolate glizzed on the kitty

Crunching on these bitches, I got hundreds, throwing fifties
Crunching on these bitches, you a hoe, just go and admit it
Crunching on these bitches, heavy weight, you ain't even fitted
Crunching on these bitches, fix your face and fix your titties

Crunch time, crunch time, crunch time
Crunch time, crunch time, crunch time
Crunch time, crunch time, crunch time
Crunch time, crunch time

Rich nigga where that bag, wanna orgy with bitches
Last nigga, went out bad, he a hoe
Spot you like a hawk and put your nose up on the scope
If you want some smoke I got a hookah, let it blow
Bitch!

Deep up in these streets, I was hanging with them drug dealers
It was me and dreanesha, we had two slugs with us
Thuggin, I came from nothing, I hung with drug dealers
You can't take away my heart, it ain't no love in it
Let me tell you 'bout some real shit
I had a deal, but I ain't wanna have to split shit
By December, set a goal, and that's to get rich
I ain't got no friends, but it's okay, I got a Mill sitting

If the world against me, who gon' hold my shoulder
If I wasn't the doll would you stay down until it's over?
Niggas love the moment, different person when they sober
Pussy so good, know he miss it but it's over
And it's so tight like a choker, it's gon' hold you
Bitch you ain't no money, I ain't speaking cold shoulder
Rest In Peace my homies, chase the bag until it's over
If you in my way you get ran over, like a soda

Crunching on these bitches, I got hundreds, throwing fifties
Crunching on these bitches, you a hoe, just go and admit it
Crunching on these bitches, heavy weight, you ain't even fitted
Crunching on these bitches, fix your face and fix your titties

Crunch time, crunch time, crunch time
Crunch time, crunch time, crunch time
Crunch time, crunch time, crunch time
Crunch time, crunch time

Rich nigga where that bag, wanna orgy with bitches
Last nigga, went out bad, he a hoe
Spot you like a hawk and put your nose up on the scope
If you want some smoke I got a hookah, let it blow
Bitch!
Deep up in these streets...