Straight to the Bank (Week 1)

[Verse 1: Crooked I] This is a letter to my true fans Take the letter N off the end of fan Add an M, yeah you my true fam I ain't never needed a news stand Just a new stance to understand the dudes the truth, damn Kiss a record executive's ass I can't do They wanna rape you before they bathe and ape you I'm clapping my hands, pussy rapper well done They bent you over, made you spell run, (R-U-N) Now that's some deep shit, I'm on some G shit Like getting your peeps hit and not giving a fuck the least bit My trigger click lickety split, quick as E-Swift Sip the liquor, that's how quick a nigga's heat spit I'm rap terror, I'm eating nigga's insides Heart dark as mascara surrounding Prince eyes Ya'll small french fries, inch size This brother lynch guys, you'll be dead way before the stench dies I'm a way better swinger like I was trained by Mayweather Sr Crooked, they never seen ya, grey leather seats in the Modena Shit that straight cheddar bringer Still thugging wave middle fingers Bosstradamus, this year I'm dropping "B.O.S.S." I promise Haters, yeah I came across your comments While I was lost off in the Bahamas With a awesome little mama Like Buffy peeling off pyjamas Pussy so good I threw her some cheese son Dick was even better so she gave me a refund Speaking of dick I'm thinking you pricks can eat one And don't ride mine when that summer heat come They say the truth shall come to the light I guess the spotlight is on me when I'm clutching the mic Clutching it like chrome pipes Not the kind you find under a bike The kind that makes swines run for your life All you best rappers alive, you make a nigga laugh 'til I cry Put the cash up, dance with the I You could be the best rapper alive after I die Then I come back twice rapping with the passion of Christ Married to the streets, made her sign a prenup Taking my paper to the grave, bury me G'd up LBC'd up, yeah COB'd up So far ahead of you meth heads you better speed up Niggas pop pills getting E'd up Me, I'm addicted to Lunesta cause I do it in my sleep, what B.O.S.S., see you next week