CRIME

I told brodie mix dat pot Whip dat, flip dat, pounds get shot Told young G's bring dat prof Big stack, big racks, ap watch Lil switch, it fit on the glock 9 double mms make him do a bop Whip dat ,mix dat ,flip dat rock Up dat, buss dat, pack dat opp Bring out the hand ting And den leave him No breathin, jus bleedin Make sure the glock don't jam when u 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 F*ck 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 da drip Buy her it and den 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 da vacays Rover, black tints and all Bulletproof, wit da stars Prada I Buy her it when she's down Nigga f*ck a chrome hearts Fendi, nigga free all my guys And it's f*ck da police Neck me Gucci down to the creps Nigga f*ck a Nike tech What they did When they slid 100 round then we spin Spin again And again Niggas kno that dis shit never end Mac 10 with the grip and a stock Straight shell shock nigga, f*ck up the block 15 racks just to give us the drop Walk in the party im letting it pop