W.O.B.S.

[Intro: Crichy Crich]
Yeah
It's Crichy Crich, biatch!

[Verse 1: Crichy Crich]
We 'bout to set this bitch on fire
We be fucking up the club, going hard till I retire
If he's standing in my way then I'mma hang him from a wire
Soak his ass in gasoline and get to pulling out my lighter
Motherfucker, this is mob shit music, all the people start to lose it
And everybody doubting so I had to go and prove it
Do I do it for the fame or do I do it for the music?
I do it for the people who be fucking with the movement

[Hook: Crichy Crich]
Fuck all the fake shit, we go down as greatness
Riot in the ballroom, crowd surf the waitress
Make the place shake from the penthouse to the basement
Breaking down the walls, yeah, we wild out and break shit

[Verse 2: Crichy Crich]
Blacked out drunk in my Chucks
Try to pull me over, middle finger to the judge
Ghostride, no shit, I'mma hit him with the knucks
Knock his ass out 'cause we'll be cleaning up the blood
Wake up, wake up, raise hell
If they want you to snitch, don't tell
All these fakes really want you to fail
[?], leave 'em locked in a cell

[Hook: Crichy Crich]
Fuck all the fake shit, we go down as greatness
Riot in the ballroom, crowd surf the waitress
Make the place shake from the penthouse to the basement
Breaking down the walls, yeah, we wild out and break shit