C.R.E.W. - Suave-Ski, Apathy

Me and my crew walk the streets at night

Like looking for the right one, baby

You better watch your mouth

Get carried away and you’ll get carried out

It’s the king of Connecticut, looking very Sperry-ed out

You just gotta buy the album to find out my whereabouts

And you could tie me to a sail but still never air me out

Summertime, I let the Beemer out, make 'em scream and shout

You the type of ratchet bitches they be making memes about

Throw some holy water on 'em, gotta get them demons out

Pat these bitches on the back, they’ll spit a little semen out

Bang bang, shots fired, but you scared to say my name

Suckers trying to block my lane like drink service on a plane

Groupies trying to give me brain like The Beatles «Penny Lane»

Every lame trying to play me they songs, it’s all the same

And it’s funny how these trashy bitches call each other basic

Like Medusa with a mirror ‘cause they’re terrified to face it

Bitch, go get a face lift.

Better yet, go get a spaceship

I’ll shoot you to the moon with one boom when the bass hit

Bukkake till your face drips, so go ahead and taste it

That’s a million children I just wasted, so don’t waste it

These white girls is wasted, flaky, Space Cases

They dropping N-bombs like they racist

All day, while…

Me and my crew walk the streets at night

Like looking for the right one, baby

You and I could be together for all…

Me and my crew walk the streets at night

Like looking for the right one, baby

Rolling downtown, trying to find another bird

Watch the whip swerve, observe the suave flow of words

Pull up to the curb, curvy made her curtsy in a summer dress

Unimpressed, I just want to see shorty come undressed

Cumming on her breasts ‘cause I heard that cum on the flesh

Is way better than lotion.

I’m so cunning and fresh

And now that Suave’s on the job, tricks slob on my knob

Y’all are frogs on a log trying to swallow pollywogs

I’m a problem for blogs, bust globs on a blonde

Make her ass jiggle like fat blobs get a job

Take some groupies to the movies then to Ruby Tuesdays

And make them do me two ways.

I’m too blazed

I get away like a ghost—that's how it’s supposed to go

I see it, I want it, I beat it, I’m running

Man I never ever host these hoes

I dick 'em, I diss 'em, dismiss 'em, don’t miss 'em

Play your position.

I’m fixing the system.

Bitches don’t listen

Tuck in your lip and quit tripping

Just strip and get tipped and listen to me ripping this shit

The illest to spit.

I’ll evict a video vixen out the crib like the rent’s late

The anti-Drake, the asshole all your friends hate ‘cause…

Me and my crew walk the streets at night

Like looking for the right one, baby

You and I could be together for all…

Me and my crew walk the streets at night

Like looking for the right one, baby

You and I could be together for all…