Crimson Tide

I stay wit' my glock, you can't step on my toes It's only one me you can't copy my flow's These racks talk baby, she turn when I holler She think I lost faith 'cause I still got on Prada She so fanned out, loose her head when she see me I done put her in a Louie V beanie No we can't talk if it ain't bread on the table You try watch us we gon' cut off your cable Give me the man of the year, I went Patek Itch for the money get racks like a addict Why would I rap 'bout the cash if I ain't have it? You gotta live how you talk, you can't rap it We got lil' bruh servin' act at the party Real country bitch, fell in love in a Harvey Don't worry 'bout none yeah we bool when it's us Gun not on safety, we shoot if they bust Let her hair down, she just came down the runway They shoot we shoot back, this the shit we call gun play We got the word, know this shit goin' our way Let a boy play, know he gettin' shot in broad day Don't need no lil' thot, mama said I'm her brightest young star Load up the Drake and get shot if it's up Nigga's walk right in the club and light up And I know how to make it back 10 times if I lost it all Bbaby head strong, you can't play me at all Caught a gun charge now he back servin' bricks They tried it one time now we back sendin' hits I'm still wit' my slime in here They try that shit once and we dyin' in here My pants at the Trap we get fly in here This shit not for you, we get high in here Bring out the choppa's, stay ready for war She been dropped the lo, now you dyin' for what? Bread on your head you can't run from these shells You can't put me up, Bbaby not on no shelf They can't ride for you no, you dyin' by yourself I'm still sippin' act, give no f*ck bout' no health I know they won't play so I'on need no insurance My diamonds so froze I'on need no assurance I told 'em wassup yea he dyin' if he spill I had my own back bitch it's kill or be killed My Mama just told me "boy drill or get drilled" I know these f*ck nigga's still wish I get killed No auto, still shoot at the rim Get back when they shootin' at him He tryna make it, they rootin' for him It's only us, no recruitin' on them I stay wit' my glock you can't step on my toes It's only one me you can't copy my flow's These racks talk baby, she turn when I holler She think I lost faith 'cause I still got on Prada