criminalistic knowledge - lil noid lyrics
[chorus]
test my nuts, suck my d*ck
test my nuts, suck my d*ck, pop off b*tch and get it swatted
test my nuts, suck my d*ck, test my nuts, suck my d*ck
test my nuts, suck my d*ck, pop off b*tch and get it swatted
[verse 1]
i’m on the corner swingin’ that dope
lookin’ for the folks, wanna buy some crack
got to be watchin’ my ass for the sheriff while i’m on the track
ain’t no sense to me, goin’ to jailhouse, bullsh*t
clockin’ me up, the folks don’t know who they f*ckin’ with
as i cl!ck, deep in the hood, five*o wanna be badass
better stay alert, ’cause i’m spooky with that jason mask
n*ggas i’m creepin’ to, not a sound as i hit the cut
back up in my town, it ain’t easy for a drug bust
me, i keep the yalk c*cked back, as i aim at you
pigs on my block with that glock, you ain’t bulletproof
fool, beat him to the floor, what’s up, ho?
this a murder threat, better call your boys, ship ahoy, when you see my tec
bow to low key on the trick with that ho sh*t
doubt that you n*ggas are bigger than me, sucker, ain’t no evidence
fists full of bricks and a frown, i won’t give a f*ck
d*i*e, buster, i’ma og, test my nuts
[chorus]
test my nuts, suck my d*ck, pop off b*tch and get it swatted
creepin’, it’s the key low key, catch the criminalistic knowledge
test–test my nuts, suck my d*ck, pop off b*tch and get it swatted
creepin’, it’s the key low key, catch the criminalistic knowledge
test my nuts, suck my d*ck
test my nuts, suck my d*ck
test my nuts, suck my d*ck, pop off b*tch and get it swatted
test*test my nuts, suck my d*ck, test my nuts, suck my d*ck
test my nuts, suck my d*ck, pop off b*tch and get it swatted
t*test my nuts, suck my d*ck, pop off b*tch and get it swatted
creepin’, it’s the key low key, catch the criminalistic knowledge
test my nuts, suck my d*ck, pop off b*tch and get it swatted
creepin’, it’s the key low key, catch the criminalistic knowledge
[verse 2]
twenty*two guards in the backyard, put ’em on a speed chase
have a red van full, as i keep my d*mn pace
runnin’ like a track star, n*ggas ain’t gon’ f*ck with me
low key a k!ller when i make a n*gga d*i*e
quickly takin’ my dope, straight up ain’t no love, punk
pull up in a drop top, smoked out, fire some
mister police officer, do we got a problem sir?
best i keep my ass in, f*ck another truth or dare
b*tch, try to make a move reach and grip the handcuffs
south memphis, i be down, make a n*gga bite the dust
lock ’em in the backseat, me i got the steerin’ wheel
make another u*turn as i dabble up the d*mn hill
buckle up, g, it’s the thief in a squad car
take ’em to the ditch, leave that trick under the pile down
f*ck ’em, buck ’em, smoke ’em, now you realize i’ma f*ck you up
willet cl!ck, thick, stupid b*tch, won’t you test my nuts
[chorus]
test my nuts, suck my d*ck, test my nuts, suck my d*ck
test my nuts, suck my d*ck, pop off b*tch and get it swatted
test my nuts, suck my d*ck, test my nuts, suck my d*ck
test my nuts, suck my d*ck, pop off b*tch and get it swatted
test my nuts, suck my d*ck, pop off b*tch and get it swatted
creepin’, it’s the key low key, catch the criminalistic knowledge
test my nuts, suck my d*ck, pop off b*tch and get it swatted
creepin’, it’s the key low key, catch the criminalistic knowledge
[verse 3]
and we got our pockets full of money, stick up most things, drop it off
pop my yalk, creep and sweep, as i dump you in the chevy trunk
low to the floor, pull up at the light on my way to the track
got to be slangin’ them rocks, creepin’ on the hoes, i’m a player mack
low key a dope sellin’, money makin’, hustler style
beat you, slangin’ on them keys
money in the bank, n*ggas in the street
ready to make a swap for some quarter crack, give me dollar signs
feel like a player, dog, y’all, pocket fat, i’m claimin’ mine
n*ggas talk your ass off, stackin’ my green, if you wanna be
jealous of a fella makin’ that dough, send ’em to icc
b*tches and hookers, they really be helpin’ me
makin’ my money by sendin’ my slip of the money you make and i drop it off here and give me the dollars and twenties, lil’ trick
dollar signs, give me them, hate my know any, why, chillin’ by makin’ the tennessee government feelin’ and fall on my hands, i’m the man
understand that your n*gga that’s makin’ it president
dollars, i love ’em, i got to be down with a n*gga
that’s makin’ a stang for bust
low key outie, dog, n*ggas, won’t you test my nuts
[chorus]
test my nuts, suck my d*ck, pop off b*tch and get it swatted
creepin’, it’s the key low key, catch the criminalistic knowledge
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