The Crypto Wolf

Hold on you don't wanna trip nigga
Keep flapping yo lips
Sooner or later know I'm gon get wit cha
Laying up that hotel

Yo hoe tell how you flipped nigga
You could die from a hunnid shots
Just don't die over bitch nigga
Never been a hoe nigga

Never been a simp either
Niggas actin hard till it's time to meet the grim reaper
Still keep that 9 millimeter under my water heater
Pardon me I move cautiously they say it's hard to meet cha

You can send your shooters nigga
Ain't tripping bout cho flunkies
I know you can't even go to war cuz you's a fuckin 'junky
Betta ask yo last hoe I'm Fidel castro

Weak niggas I picc em out like afros
Crypto so I flow like water
Bring the peace or bring the slaughter
Shoot you blocc then switch the cars

Up that's the way that I was brought up
Now Im up in court for a traffic violation but they let me off
The way I celebrated you would think I beat a murder charge
Even up in prison bitch a shut it down

If she was around ask my momma
She would tell you how her son get down
This is not astrology
You could never sun me bitch

Just because you popular don't mean that you runnin shit
Claiming you the og and the leader are you serious?
How you gonna lead men when you bleeding from your period
Paranoia hearing voices

Praying I won't wet you up
Buy all your niggas fuck wit me anyone could set you up
Drinking with cho homies
Hoping to spot the Judas

I Infiltrated your movement
The look on your face is stupid.
The alligators eat the bodies in the bayou
My team stick with an unseen bond like dry glue

He got murdered by the river seaux that's what I'll cry you
G Elite is the street fighter call him Ryu.
Reading sun szu's art of War Studying haikus
Niggas watching my moves they copy how I do, owea



Credits
Writer(s): Chancellor Dowden
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link