Crib Flow (feat. SleepyK & FRVRAlvi)

Follow 0 fans

RioDisCrazy

3:36

0 Views

 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!

My nigga A, on the sample
It's Easy Money for us
Let's do it
Granny named me number one, I need a medal
All these graves niggas diggin' need a shovel
What's Scrappy to Scooby, get on my level
I be studyin' the moves of the devil
Two steps ahead, can't trail him
Think he got a leg up, can't pedal
Corny niggas get popped, no kettle
40 Chevy, old school, straight metal
My dog be in the field, can't pet em
Still got open cases, can't settle
Put his shoes on Goat, can't sell him
He was really on go, can't bail him
Talkin' about lowering his sentence , he ain't tellin
Either your Tommy or Sincere, you seen Belly
Talkin' about murder on his mind, you heard Melly
Gotta sleep with one eye open when you chasin' Fetti
Niggas talkin' fettuccine, ain't no more spaghetti
Circle round niggas, boy, I'm Mario Andretti
Niggas on go, I'm on your mark, you ain't ready
I was with your girl in Walmart, bein' petty
Picked ya shorty up with no prob, she ain't heavy
I like a ride or die chick, somethin' like Letty
Said it's her destiny to have a child, she ain't talkin' Kelly
Said it's gettin' hot in here, somebody turn down Nelly
Nicknamed the Cheryl, she shoot it like Reggie
Between her and her girls, they cake like confetti
Call me Earl the Pearl, I score when I'm ready
Where I'm from, niggas take your girl like a Debbie
Eureka Road is probably where my mind be at
I grew up with Prezi Pete, then Daron be at
Me and my niggas go back like when the time do that
Money low, we old up like Insomniac
Tryna get that Carter money, where Wayne and Shawn be at
Say these niggas fightin' demons, where the zombie at
My niggas posted in the hood, where the crime be at
And they be aimin' at wherever Abercrombie at
I'm just shootin' for the top, and what's on top of that
2018 Bron, ain't no stoppin' that
2013 Bron, too dominant
How these niggas judge a prime but ain't prominent
Haters been talkin' down, so it's really only up for we when my sons hear this
I'ma really need custody
Out loud, they don't f*ck with me, but they know what's up with me
Fed niggas in Big Mama kitchen, they know where the supper be
Unc had me on the road like a trucker be
We was interstate 40 like a huckabee
Bumpin black and yellow Wiz Khalif', movin' like a mystery
Had them folks puzzled when I moved, cause I'm the missing piece
Niggas be upin' and clutchin' aint up for discussion
You know how we comin', bruh
I'm a 4 7, boy shoot like I'm Brandon Roy
You a lil' bitch, ain't no ho in us
Like a Tampa Bay Buc, keep a semi tucked
Turn his brain into rice if he f*ck with us
I be really in the field, shakin' with the cut
Middleton front teeth, I stay with the bucks
Yeah, it's real shit, nigga, this that crib shit
Brodie passed it off to me, you know I gotta kill shit
That's the old me now, I'm on some chill shit
But a nigga still connected like a drill bit
My dawg K9INE, something like a kill switch
My nigga gutta, taught me play it smart to fear shit
Loyalty ain't trippin' on no friendship
Run the money up fast like bandwidth
All I gotta do is whistle, she gon' come through
Yea im countin' money, kickin' shit like Kung Fu
Turn a one into two, that's the hustle
Flexin' like a wrestler, I got it off the muscle
I'm charged up like a Tesla, you lil' niggas in trouble
My whole team in the field, bout to call a huddle
My nigga came through with that bass like a drummer
Yeah, that thang on my waist leave him hot like a sauna
My mom and my pop shoulda knew they made a monster
I'm tryna make the family proud, something like Oscar
I'm bobbin' and I'm weavin' in that kitty like a boxer
I told her ass to hit the road jack, she said I'm toxic
I swap em out to any different bitches on my roster
I took her right to Wendy's when she really want a lobster
I'm sick, nigga need a motherfuckin' doctor
I'm like Ghost in these streets and my lawyer like Proctor
Niggas broke as a joke, got me laughin'
Yeah, I get that money, stretch it out like elastic
Niggas, they be fake, see through like plastic
Bands in these damn Evisus' got me saggin'
Your chick, she a nuisance, all about my dollars
You can really keep your two cents
Line a nigga up, perfect aim like a pool stick
I'm cruisin' with a new bitch, on our way to Ruth Chris
On some no roof shit

 The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com