Captain Crunch presents...
Yeah, what up crunch
Cha-Charlie Shuffler
Ooh, ooh
Better Off Dead nigga
Mackned, yuh
Yuh, GBC, Mackned, uh yuh

Flexin on yo' mane, have him sleep on the beat
Glock .45, Fat Joe, make me leave
She kiss me through the phone, I'll smoke you through a screen
She kiss me through the phone, I'll shoot you through a screen
Flexin on yo' mane, have him sleep on the beat
Glock .45, Fat Joe, make me leave
She kiss me through the phone, I'll smoke you through a screen
She kiss me through the phone, I'll shoot you through a screen

Fuckin' on that bitch, I'm half asleep, fuck you mean, yeah
White goo, let's count with something, bitches in their spleens, yeah
Six rings, dangle off a nigga, watch him bling, yeah
Over nothing, rings could come in sketchy, I'm a fiend, yeah
Cash Carti dancing on my wrist (What, what)
Only time I count myself, a paper [?]
She got freaky, lil' bitch, nut on her eyebrow
Wake up with the sun down, Hublot like a [?]
I just fucked that face, I call it a Smash Mouth (Ooh)
Glock on me, you don't live what you rap 'bout (Mackned)
I just dead a brother, getting head on the freeway
She's an American Idiot, I call her Green Day

Flexin on yo' mane, have him sleep on the beat
Glock .45, Fat Joe, make me leave
She kiss me through the phone, I'll smoke you through a screen
She kiss me through the phone, I'll shoot you through a screen
Flexin on yo' mane, have him sleep on the beat
Glock .45, Fat Joe, make me leave
She kiss me through the phone, I'll smoke you through a screen
She kiss me through the phone, I'll shoot you through a screen