Crimson Chin
I keep a glock, a 9, and a 10
I keep a Glock, a 9, and a 10
Shoot em together they look like they twins
Money gone come and it go when I spend
Stack it and fold it but I never bend
Niggas gone bend on you
Why ion got friends
Bro beat two cases
He was facing like 10
Problems we face and take Ls to the chin
Wake up on Sunday repent for our sins
And my heart my cold it don't go in the fridge
And my bitch bad like Rihanna her twin
She tryna fuck mix tequila with gin
Hit her at 9 it's a quarter to 10
I keep a Glock a 9 and a 10
Shoot em together they look like they twins
This money gone take me places I ain't been
Baby I'm fresh ion dress in designer
Nike sweats I need some comfort im grinding
Money is time I'm on company timing
Can't forget where I come from we was grimy
Slimy
Nigga talk shit and we sliding
Riding
Every day somebody dying
I think I done got numb to the violence
I was Serving the junkies
I never sold to my auntie
I done took dubs out my grandmama purse but I never stole none from my OG
I got a whole lot of problems to face I wake up in the morning roll a stogie
I remember folks tried to rob me that day and I beat his right outside Tony's
I ain't never had home of the hoagie
Ion really got friends if we close you my brother gotta stop calling niggas my homie
Bitches try act like they know me from way back in the day baby girl that's the old me
Quite frankly you don't really want me to get back to them ways that's how I know you don't know me
Can't trust you you move like the police
She gimme neck then try say we ain't friends
Baby I'm real it be hard to pretend
Grew up in the jungle like lions in a den
Cool with the snakes the gorillas my kin
I keep a Glock a 9 and a 10
Shoot em together they look like they twins
Money gone come and it go when I spend
This money gone take me places I ain't been
I keep a Glock a 9 and a 10
Shoot em together they look like they twins
Money gone come and it go when I spend
Stack it and fold it but I never bend
Bitches gone bend on you
Why ion got friends
Bro beat two cases
He was facing like 10
Problems we face and take Ls to the chin
Wake up on Sunday repent for our sins
And my heart my cold it don't go in the fridge
I keep a glock, a 9, and a 10
Get to the Guap, ion fuck with niggas, ion really got friends
I keep a Glock, a 9, and a 10
Shoot em together they look like they twins
Money gone come and it go when I spend
Stack it and fold it but I never bend
Niggas gone bend on you
Why ion got friends
Bro beat two cases
He was facing like 10
Problems we face and take Ls to the chin
Wake up on Sunday repent for our sins
And my heart my cold it don't go in the fridge
And my bitch bad like Rihanna her twin
She tryna fuck mix tequila with gin
Hit her at 9 it's a quarter to 10
I keep a Glock a 9 and a 10
Shoot em together they look like they twins
This money gone take me places I ain't been
Baby I'm fresh ion dress in designer
Nike sweats I need some comfort im grinding
Money is time I'm on company timing
Can't forget where I come from we was grimy
Slimy
Nigga talk shit and we sliding
Riding
Every day somebody dying
I think I done got numb to the violence
I was Serving the junkies
I never sold to my auntie
I done took dubs out my grandmama purse but I never stole none from my OG
I got a whole lot of problems to face I wake up in the morning roll a stogie
I remember folks tried to rob me that day and I beat his right outside Tony's
I ain't never had home of the hoagie
Ion really got friends if we close you my brother gotta stop calling niggas my homie
Bitches try act like they know me from way back in the day baby girl that's the old me
Quite frankly you don't really want me to get back to them ways that's how I know you don't know me
Can't trust you you move like the police
She gimme neck then try say we ain't friends
Baby I'm real it be hard to pretend
Grew up in the jungle like lions in a den
Cool with the snakes the gorillas my kin
I keep a Glock a 9 and a 10
Shoot em together they look like they twins
Money gone come and it go when I spend
This money gone take me places I ain't been
I keep a Glock a 9 and a 10
Shoot em together they look like they twins
Money gone come and it go when I spend
Stack it and fold it but I never bend
Bitches gone bend on you
Why ion got friends
Bro beat two cases
He was facing like 10
Problems we face and take Ls to the chin
Wake up on Sunday repent for our sins
And my heart my cold it don't go in the fridge
I keep a glock, a 9, and a 10
Get to the Guap, ion fuck with niggas, ion really got friends
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Writer(s): Jordan Stewart
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