CRIME

I told brodie mix dat pot
Whip that, flip that, pounds get shot
Told young G's bring that prof
Big stack, big racks, ap watch
Lil switch, it fit on the glock
9 Double mms make him do a bop
Whip that, mix that, flip that rock
Up that, buss that, pack that opp

Bring out the hand ting
And then leave him
No breathin, jus bleedin
Make sure the glock don't jam when you squeezin
Jus burst it, back it, clap him
Opps chat on the net
They draggin
What do dey do on da roads
They cappin
If we catch that yute jus might be a stabbing
Calass him
Drag him
Wrap him
Blam him

Codeine sprite
Up in the bando, giving the price
Bread boy life
We go 50/50
Got brown and white
We don't type
Catch you in real life
Send a shot at your eye
Lavish life
Pop me a perc and roll me a dice
We don't fight
Bring out waps then sacrifice
Red beam bright
We got sticks and we got pipes
If I get locked then send that kite
Fuck that left man take that right
Jus back that nine and do that crime
Don't do no time, cause we got dimes

Blasian ting wanna go on a trip
I Told her go pack her shit and be quick
And she say she want Louis Vuitton for the drip
Buy her it and then buss down her wrist
And say she a plain jaine
So I buy her the rollie, with steel stained
No time for playing games
And I take her to France for the vacays

Rover, black tints and all
Bulletproof, wit the stars
Prada
I Buy her it when she's down
Nigga fuck a chrome hearts
Fendi, nigga free all my guys
And it's fuck the police
Neck me
Gucci down to the creps
Nigga fuck a Nike tech

What they did
When they slid
100 Round then we spin
Spin again
And again
Niggas kno that this shit never end
Mac 10 with the grip and a stock
Straight shell shock nigga, fuck up the block
15 Racks just to give us the drop
Walk in the party im letting it pop



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Writer(s): Jahnere Morrison
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