Crash Bandicoot

(It's Tekky)

We move random, dumb trappers plan their routes
Hella extended whistles, no band of flutes
Catch me breaking down a box, Crash Bandicoot
The hitters love me, I don't need gang to shoot
We move random, dumb trappers plan their routes
Hella extended whistles, no band of flutes
Catch me breaking down a box, Crash Bandicoot
The hitters love me, I don't need gang to shoot

The hitters love me, I don't need gang to shoot
Little baby with a whistle, put the nine on mute
You know you're finished if my jack boys slam the boot
Your mum and dad'll get wrapped, better hand the loot
And tell his bad bitch, "Come, your main man's a fruit"
Slim belly, big back, man, she's kind of cute
Tryna be my main, tell her, "I ain't that type of yout"
I said, "I'm married to the game, no ties and suit"
Fell in love with the hustle, can't dump the packs
Free all the dogs on the landing, they love my tracks
This is Manchester city, bare pumps and MACs
We lick raise and shot food for a lump of stacks
I think they're scared of the hustle, man, these guys are shook
We take Ls on the chin like a Tyson hook
Been through so much shit that I could write a book
Masked up with a stick, almighty duck

We move random, dumb trappers plan their routes
Hella extended whistles, no band of flutes
Catch me breaking down a box, Crash Bandicoot
The hitters love me, I don't need gang to shoot
We move random, dumb trappers plan their routes
Hella extended whistles, no band of flutes
Catch me breaking down a box, Crash Bandicoot
The hitters love me, I don't need gang to shoot

You ever put in so much work your jobs count the cash?
I came up off that raw, not an ounce of bash
Try to violate the movement and things will crash
Me and Kiwi devil brothers like Lingz and Rash
I could have fucked the plug's main and it weren't a test
He gives me white ash pounds and it burns the best
Have you high up in the sky like a birded nest
We're in 2020 and you're still burning sess
Supercharged Hemi Jeeps, we're in monster trucks
18k's on the wrist, that's how mobsters look
Making plays on the phone while my lobster cooks
Made it happen off them nittys with the Costa cups
Really came up from the bottom, like, who would have knew?
Had Pateks and tennis chains when no one didn't have a clue
Running racks through the roof, Afghan be off a Jew
A few apartments in the city with a beautiful view

We move random, dumb trappers plan their routes
Hella extended whistles, no band of flutes
Catch me breaking down a box, Crash Bandicoot
The hitters love me, I don't need gang to shoot
We move random, dumb trappers plan their routes
Hella extended whistles, no band of flutes
Catch me breaking down a box, Crash Bandicoot
The hitters love me, I don't need gang to shoot