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Crocodile magic nigga
- Aight bet nigga, it's Peezus in this bitch
- Rated R for retard frfr the way I'm bout to match that shit
- You talkin like you got that neanderthal pack straight from the swamp, nigga
- Crocodile magic on god, nigga
- I see you tryna flex that dumb money stack that drops IQ
- Like our builds getting sniped
- But listen here you lookin ass
- My weed so loud it got the whole block doin the thug shaker, yeah
- My bitch so bad she got OnlyFans workers unemployed, nigga
- And my bands so stupid long they got they own zip code nigga
- The man’s named Peezus, uh, rap game Jesus
- Ayo bet nigga hold my blunt like Yeezus
- Bitches mewing in the DMs when I pull up my crocodile tears money
- Stack so dumb tall it block everything sunny
- Niggas looking up like is that a new planet
- My weed loud enough to make Alexa throw it back, bitch
- Alexa play some gooda, wait nah
- She already doin’ the renegade to the pack aroma
- My bitch bad to the point her face card decline every week
- Nigga approach but she on demon time when they speak
- I’m the final boss nigga I got time for the streak
- You want smoke, the nuclear winter pack nigga that’s right we gon bring
- This shit here cause one hit in your IQ drop to single digits nigga this shit is the stuff
- Walkin’ round, now keep talkin’ that shit this bitch isn’t tuff
- Or drop sumn so I can keep frying these bars on your ass lil bro
- What’s the move, hoe, fuck that
- We takin’ this shit to infinity nigga
- My visible whip I’m pullin’ up in got the drippiest tint yuh
- Hittin the za ceremony, pack so exotic
- One puff and you seein shit in 4K, colors you ain’t supposed to see
- Bag chase activated, here’s a public service announcement from me
- Prolonged exposure to Peezus money may cause a permanent fire
- Yo bitch block every other nigga automatic, that's crocodile magic, it’s dire
- Countin bands while everybody else still tryna do it correctly
- So what's good lil bro, you ridin or you hidin
- Run it or get eternally smoked, choose your fate, ain’t got time bitch
- Light the pack so loud it got the opps coughin up they brain cells
- Bands droppin like it's rain and I cast these niggas to the shadow realm
- Opps see the stack and their IQ hit negative numbers
- Walkin round with permanent damage, tryna mumble
- My bitch slide in they mentions with one pic
- And they whole crew uninstall life cause of that shit
- Got the feds dancin in handcuffs, on god nigga
- Post one blurry pic of the crocodile money nigga
- And they get ratio'd by bots, community note say these niggas cooked beyond repair
- So fuck tha opps forever with despair
- We turn they block into a permanent cave
- Every time they try slide we hit em with the drip nuke
- Like gone, poof
- Aight bet nigga, it's Peezus in this bitch
- Rated R for retard frfr the way I'm bout to match that shit
- You talkin like you got that neanderthal pack straight from the swamp, nigga
- Crocodile magic on god, nigga
- I see you tryna flex that dumb money stack that drops IQ
- Like our builds getting sniped
- But listen here you lookin ass
- My weed so loud it got the whole block doin the thug shaker, yeah
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