Crypt

Risin from the floor I got the crypt and I can see it
Buncha ammo been in store so when I dipped they no ID it
We just pop out
Lookin for that knock out
And if you ain't lettin us in
I bet we gon pull up and go get that lock out
It ain't no thang to blow out ya brain
I must sound insane bout to snatch a chain
Throwin you right through your window pane
A great dane ain't as big as what I'm holdin here
Shinin like two 100 karat diamonds lined up on your ear
The cash gold but I got it from the dirt
Leave me in the cold I'll leave blood on ya shirt
We the makers and we gonna leave our mark
Gun up in the ride and we gon slide like it's at the park
Maskin it up it's after dark the mission will occur
Got the plot to get the knot and it's as hot as bottega fur
Comin silent whisper you a prayer
When you get to do your pickup
That you do not look around and see me there



Credits
Writer(s): Burnout Macgyver
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