[Kodak Black & Lil Crix]
He wanna play, he ate, niggas keep dyin' that way, keep fryin' that way
Niggas gettin' fried, like chicken and shit, KFC, nigga, we kill 'em for Crips
Hit a nigga ass with a three-piece combo, his mom, his bro, his sis
Got an opp bitch in the back of the Rolls, I better not see him crack no fours (Let's go)
[Lil Crix]
Give me a play, I bet I'ma flip that
I'm in the hood, ridin' 'round with a six-pack
I got a Glock with a beam, if I catch an opp, he gon' scream
I got them zoes on my team, just made six-hundred off stream
Just made six-hundred off stream (And we throwin' that bitch to the trap, on gang)
Let's go
[Lil Crix]
It's crazy, I came here from nothin'
Now I can ride, I'm the motherfuckin' man in my city
I show a nigga no pity, your mama, your brother
Your sister, your kids, your bitties
I don't give a fuck who you call a nigga
Can never say I Lil Crix assed out, I drop an opp like he passed out
Two kids and his hoes, throw his ass in a blunt, gassed out (Let's go)
When I'm out in public, that heater tucked
On blood, y'all know how I give it up
I don't give a fuck who you with, I ain't spendin' shit
Cashin' that bag, like all state, burn like some plastic in broad day
Money make you sing, like Rod Wave, M16 they all spray
New Versace's, all sway
Ten piece, they all wave, six thots, they all slay, ayy
[Lil Crix]
They ask me, like, why I don't be so shit?
Like why I don't be talkin'
I tell they ass "Man, 3Teebie said for sure"
You peons will know what the six-pack is
I'm sittin' on two ounces
But, gang, let's get it poppin'
Look, on gang, let's go
[Lil Crix]
Give me a play, I bet I'ma flip that
I'm in the hood, ridin' 'round with a six-pack
I got a Glock with a beam, if I catch an opp, he gon' scream
I got them zoes on my team, just made six-hundred off stream
Just made six-hundred off stream (And we throwin' that bitch to the trap)
Let's go
[Lil Crix]
I don't even cap on no beat, I'm blood, you payin' for this fee
Whatever I pay for a fee, now Dre don't get put on a tee
Lil' bro in your bush, like a bee, this MAC have you shot like a tree
Tag be the bitch, straight rice, don't play with your life like dice, nigga
You better think twice, nigga, 'cause I'll pay the price, nigga
Know some young niggas that's itchin' for bodies, when they see us, it's on sight
Fifteen, seen my first body, I ain't never look back, that's why I keep a strap on my hip
This get shot on your lip, I'm blowin' shit off the rip (Ayy)
Got twenty in this clip, never catch a meeno a zip
I can get bad like no chips, I flipped the new whip
I'm puttin' crackers on wock', 'cause I keep a gun in this drip
Shit ain't fun, nigga
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