Crime Pays
Crime gon pay me decent I'm invested in drug traffickin
Money on my mental everyday I just love stackin it
Niggas settle for the less can't do that kno I'm havin shit
Call a blitz right through them electronics on some madden shit
Aye you walk ina crib right now I prolly got dope all my cabinet
This bitch gotta leave she blow my high I ain't even tryna be dramatic
I done already hit yo thot finna pass to my bro I feel like Magic
Gotta be on point no matter my lo lil nigga ion do no lackin
You call me TwoGlockTwan got double G-lock won't see me panic
I told my bro get a Glock at first later on go buy that Kanik
Finna pop outside with a roll so big that you can't een rubber band it
He drowned that white in some water look like a scene from the Titanic
Ima grab that rifle now Ima keep on scorin like '06 Kobe
Won't explain what's understood nigga don't speak on me you don't kno me
Everybody around me solid me and my blood like Zach and Cody
We don't give out leg shots, boy we face niggas
Lil bro known for switching glocks, we don't chase niggas
Might just kill my twin, cause we can't tolerate no fake niggas
Don't pull up on this cat, you might get splacked, ain't tryna race niggas
Let em know
If yo bitch get with lil foenem let her go
Up yo stick, you said you bought it for a reason, let it blow
The shit we ride be super fast, you having shit, then let it show
Jway baby bitch, we known for slamming sluts and stacking dough
Spiffy sliding swerving, sticks and pape inside, don't come and check
Told lil foe nem splack his face, them boys ain't aiming for yo chest
We popping out, I'm fly as fuck, I'm still on point, get put to rest
He told me keep this shit professional, I'm something like Ron Artest
When it come to hitting that road and getting em gone, bitch I'm a vet
Make a call just like I'm sosa, have them soldiers get em wet
Nigga how you lie and say you shot, you dropped yo B, that wasn't correct
30 shot, 23, like a motherfucking pet
I hear them niggas throwing shots, gon spin that block and say wassup
Come around us acting gangsta, might get shot you think you tough
Niggas tryna be the mob, lil foenem quick to fuck em up
Got 220 on my dash, but it's 450 in my cup
And I got 50 on my lap
Why the fuck you wanna scrap
Give no fuck bout what he saying, know what you know, that shit be cap
Them boys ain't ever spint a block or sent a shot, that shit be rap
Keep it cordial with you niggas, it don't be shit for me to snap
Money on my mental everyday I just love stackin it
Niggas settle for the less can't do that kno I'm havin shit
Call a blitz right through them electronics on some madden shit
Aye you walk ina crib right now I prolly got dope all my cabinet
This bitch gotta leave she blow my high I ain't even tryna be dramatic
I done already hit yo thot finna pass to my bro I feel like Magic
Gotta be on point no matter my lo lil nigga ion do no lackin
You call me TwoGlockTwan got double G-lock won't see me panic
I told my bro get a Glock at first later on go buy that Kanik
Finna pop outside with a roll so big that you can't een rubber band it
He drowned that white in some water look like a scene from the Titanic
Ima grab that rifle now Ima keep on scorin like '06 Kobe
Won't explain what's understood nigga don't speak on me you don't kno me
Everybody around me solid me and my blood like Zach and Cody
We don't give out leg shots, boy we face niggas
Lil bro known for switching glocks, we don't chase niggas
Might just kill my twin, cause we can't tolerate no fake niggas
Don't pull up on this cat, you might get splacked, ain't tryna race niggas
Let em know
If yo bitch get with lil foenem let her go
Up yo stick, you said you bought it for a reason, let it blow
The shit we ride be super fast, you having shit, then let it show
Jway baby bitch, we known for slamming sluts and stacking dough
Spiffy sliding swerving, sticks and pape inside, don't come and check
Told lil foe nem splack his face, them boys ain't aiming for yo chest
We popping out, I'm fly as fuck, I'm still on point, get put to rest
He told me keep this shit professional, I'm something like Ron Artest
When it come to hitting that road and getting em gone, bitch I'm a vet
Make a call just like I'm sosa, have them soldiers get em wet
Nigga how you lie and say you shot, you dropped yo B, that wasn't correct
30 shot, 23, like a motherfucking pet
I hear them niggas throwing shots, gon spin that block and say wassup
Come around us acting gangsta, might get shot you think you tough
Niggas tryna be the mob, lil foenem quick to fuck em up
Got 220 on my dash, but it's 450 in my cup
And I got 50 on my lap
Why the fuck you wanna scrap
Give no fuck bout what he saying, know what you know, that shit be cap
Them boys ain't ever spint a block or sent a shot, that shit be rap
Keep it cordial with you niggas, it don't be shit for me to snap
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