the crick

I run this shit, you ain't fucking wit' me I run this shit, you ain't fucking wit' me Aye, aye I run this shit, you ain't fucking wit' me Knife in my hoodie and Nikes on my feet I give respect, but I see what I see Everybody the same, it's all rinse and repeat My bitch the baddest, I don't need to cheat You in her phone, but her body on me I'm still a punk, but I come from the sticks If he f*ck wit' my brother, he drown in the crick Crick, crick, crick He think he rich, but he turn to a lick, bitch Hick, shit, ha Land of the slaughter, I look like I'm It Now how did he get into heaven? He ask way too many questions I was that kid in detention Bitch I still ain't learn my lesson Ha ha, f*ck Ha ha, f*ck Ha ha, f*ck Ha ha, f*ck I run this shit, you ain't fucking wit' me Knife in my hoodie and Nikes on my feet I give respect, but I see what I see Everybody the same, it's all rinse and repeat My bitch the baddest, I don't need to cheat You in her phone, but her body on me I'm still a punk, but I come from the sticks If he f*ck wit' my brother, he drown in the crick