Cravings Video (MV)

I'm the solo, diggin' against these gangsters
Teachin' you shanksters, lanksters and gangsters
F*ckboys wanna fight, uh, I'ma pull up on my bike, what
If you see me, know I'm creepin' with a weapon wet a pussy mirk his ass on sight, yuh
And bitch, I'm not nice, uh, If you bored, play a game, roll the dice (roll it up)
Lately, I've been chewin' on a whole bunch of ice
Life dust, don't make me have to say that shit twice
Let me tell em now, take your body parts and put em in a duffel bag
Lay em back out before I throw em in the f*ckin' trash
I'ma terminator it, comin' out the bottom hoe
From suicide, I died and made it look so cynical
Never show no sympathy for a hoe
Just ride out low life until that f*ckin' murder show
I'm talkin' wrist gloss, no weapon sauce
Cock the pistol back and then just let that motherf*ckin' cannon blow
I'm the solo, diggin' these against gangsters
Teachin' you shanksters, lanksters and gangsters
At four, bitch, I became a ghost
Seen both my mom and dad OD off of dope
Tryna cope, but all these crooked methods f*ckin' broke
Either way, I'd rather sit and croak
F*ck, uh, chokin' on some smoke
I can barely hold
And I just went and bought a rope, put it on my neck
Feel the choke round' my throat in a boat
Overload your f*ckin' system with a nose full of coke
It's a joke, no it's not, bitch
Eatin' on some hot chips, then spit out some flames
Put whatever in my pocket, ouu you must've dropped it
Feelin' like a hobbit, slide away like I was born to be a f*ckin' mop bitch
Pick you up with some chopsticks, put you on a locket
Loser came to drop shit, got him out the closet
He was feelin' nauseous, then he rolled a blunt
And went to sleep inside his coffin
I'm the solo, diggin' against these gangsta
Teachin' you shanksters, lanksters,and gangstas
I'm the solo, diggin' against these gangsta
Teachin' you shanksters, lanksters,and gangstas