Lyrics:
through your projects, crime pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape
These crime
Only want the head if that shit's spittin' sloppy[00:19.96]9-9-9 in this bitch can't nobody stop me[00:22.12]Pullin' up AK, they beggin' me to stop
shit better fix that fucking gap
Banging on yo shit like its 12 at the door
My life GTA I just made me a new score
Didn't have no red so I poured up
without no leads it’s First 48
We ran the 40 up ain’t talkin' dash by any means we goin slide, gotta get this cash
Called the plug, I just wanna whole lotta
overcame and now I'm sober[01:08.74]I'm just glad all my habits done and over[01:11.79]Now I'm up[01:12.54]Money up[01:13.31]Bend her over[01:14.94]Say I
on dick
They just love my sound
Moved out to LA
I cop it by the pound
Watch me do it up
DJ, run it up
DJ, run it up
All this money in it
DJ, run it
in a vacuum
But Some of y'all Sound like it though
So uhh how do you want your eggs I'd like them fucked up
I'd say uhh fuck the artist and just fuck
a way to take the pain away I'm filling inside[01:27.12]You got everything I need[01:30.11]Let's get away by the beach shopping sprees over
time to roll out
Speeding through the red light (Speeding through the red light)
Shawty got her phone out picturing the fast life
Imma get em jumpin in
become the new
School styles of rap
Like Naughty by Nature, Leaders of the New
A Tribe Called Quest
Dr dre and Snoop Doggy too
Red Alert keepin' it street
Lite it up
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker
Shots leave your body looking
Like you're
by me
Y'all niggas ball in the little league
White bitch red hair swear she look like a peppermint
I make it rain ask the weatherman
She fuck me good
could stop by I drove my own car just in case
Before I pull up I might hit the store, pick up your favorites and two Red Bulls
And you know what else I
the blood up
Don't say a word, I don't wanna be chased
This whole shit is a waste
Wasted his whole damn life for him to get laced
By a bum bitch
I planned
Air forces im stumping
Reach for my chain we jumping
retro 12 that jump man
My bitch keep making up assumptions
Strapped up im a gun man
How the blind
night (one one one one)
I'm a motherfuckin' gang bangin' nightmare
Wake up motherfuckers, I traded in my white Nike Airs
For a red pair of converse,
the alarm
Pussy ass nigga gonna sing 12 a song
Hurricane Harvey, thats all on my wrist
I hit the pot and i started with nicks
Remember growing up
They say i
paid
I red the text, what that shit say?
I guess I got a short attention span
I learned it, get it straight from the source, fuck the middle man
of the lust, niggas bustin' on us. Hit 'em up with
the buck 12 gauge eruptions. It's the art of war. Puttin' niggas on
the floor when I'm comin' through
Homicide, hard body
Something like kamikaze Do drive-bys in the mazi
Pay cash, no deposit
Run it up for the summer
Run it up for the winter
Run it up for
it on a bluray
Blowing up on a Tuesday like Hussein
Cold shots like I'm Cobain
To the dome blow red powder no cocaine
Blowing up like propane burn
it on a bluray
Blowing up on a Tuesday like Hussein
Cold shots like I'm Cobain
To the dome blow red powder no cocaine
Blowing up like propane burn
face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
what's up?
All my NY niggas, what's up?
The mafia, ha, let's get it!
Mixed the Balmain with the Bape shit
I've been going ape shit
Finna go banana like
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