At the Crib

*Chorus* Don’t be asking me for shit cause I ain’t got it for give You niggas ain’t do demons, y’all went shot’em & he lived Groupie bitches flying in, I’m catching bodies at the Crib You liking all her pictures why I’m diving in her Rib Trap do some racks a day everyday like Friday Had the hood jumping know I kept hoes in the Driveway We Ain’t ducking shit, we interstate (in the state) just like Highway We ain’t got no Opps we put’em in the sky Bae *Chorus* They ain’t pull up to the party, we had buku shots in there AR Glocks in there, he died that bitch ain’t got No Air & we really up the score on niggas, they could not compare Indicted on like 30 bodies, my Dawg nem almost got the Chair If we took it better get it back in blood bitch I’m Shiesty Phone jumping you can’t book me for no show I got Pricey All I did & they want stab in my back, they want Slicey Go out bussing like these diamonds I got on, I’m so Icey He just want ah soul, he keep ah pole with his Lil Crazy ass I just trynna f*ck, don’t want no kid can’t be your Baby Dad We was trynna squash it nah its up, them niggas made it bad I feel like the goat around this bitch I need ah plate of Grass *Chorus* Don’t be asking me for shit cause I ain’t got it for give You niggas ain’t do demons, y’all went shot’em & he lived Groupie bitches flying in, I’m catching bodies at the Crib You liking all her pictures why I’m diving in her Rib Trap do some racks a day everyday like Friday Had the hood jumping know I kept hoes in the Driveway We Ain’t ducking shit, we interstate (in the state) just like Highway We ain’t got no Opps we put’em in the sky Bae *Chorus*