Apocalypse apocalypse ya better load your clip cuz its time for the crips

Apocalypse apocalypse ya better load your clip cuz its time for the crips

Crips comin at me from off in the distance we exchanged blue flags crip flags you know what im sayin fucked

Some bitches waxed some ledges smacked some bloods and we also know when its time to rob stolen hijacked

Get that loot walked with the limp floatin soakin up the smoke two to three puff puff pass locked up fast so with

My fist i grip the brass knucks approchin at a speed of a ghost in my stolen truck out the driver window flys a

Fist down goes the blood covered in blood the truck speeds off hittin the pedestrians dressed in red hockey

Puckin the small cars right into the telephonepoles damn im inked up so i slid my dick in the girl on the side

Until the rapture smacked her till she stopped alone with a hockey puck stuck with the ducks in the pond

Poundin down once again losin the health at a young age turns to a funeral home filled with people lethal

Injections weed and irrections

Apocalypse apocalypse ya better load your clip cuz its time for the crips

Apocalypse apocalypse ya better load your clip cuz its time for the crips

Nude in the morning blow up dolls flat like a board sex dolls board stiff like my dick grabbed the model pic

Seen a mailman accept this time it wasnt a man with a cocked and big jam squirtin outta the tip ripped off the

Mailman suit for a crip like dude clips full of bullets dripps of cum stained on her pubics hips nice looks likes

Shes the leader of the crips whipps me down as soon as the scrips said its my turn on top finished lit up a phatty

Of some hydro damn its laced with some of that juicy powder not the dry stuff grab my peeps asleep video off

Of youtube bend her over my knee spankins till shes cryin sponsorships of the crips so she doesnt resist

Motherships her old name now its just james bitch

Apocalypse apocalypse ya better load your clip cuz its time for the crips

Apocalypse apocalypse ya better load your clip cuz its time for the crips

Models model whatever ya boys callin it damn she spits the supermodel cripflag type of jams with jams

Recordin for his fams rolemodels playin in the tape deck with eminem toddlers runnin with the clunkin shoes

On cuddleing with ya girl wobble she types on google cuz she just called the cops when you werent lookin so

You chug the bottle full of cobble with the throttle pushed all the way down typin some shit on google too

Squeezing the ketchup bottle till ya fartin playin spin the bottle kissin the model shes drunk from a whiskey

Bottle soda bottle laced with alchohol smellin bottle her pussy becomes magnetic bottle drunk spunks poundin

Loud after eminem with the flow of a propain tank canister bottle yeah