Cros

(Album: North Boy - 2019)

I'm with the cro now
I'm with the woe now, ay

I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes
I'm in my zone, cooking the zone
Got me a clone, dripping VLONE
Hit him in his dome, hit him and go
Aye, lil' bitch, aye, watch your tone
She wanna give me neck in the ghost
Tell that lil' bitch I ain't average joe
She wan' be gang, she be do the most
Who want a toke? Come get the smoke
I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes
I'm with the gang and we giving out smoke
Pass him the dime, I know he gon' score
We in the bando serving snow
You know I go half and half for cro
We smoking demi and we toast
We getting money and some more

We smoking demi and we toast
Throw up a three, shoutout the bros
I'm in the North, my youngins gon' wait at your door
Make it rain but I don't bring a coat
It was June but the trap made it snow
I've been whipping and doubling O's
Might go OT where nobody knows
Might go slide round dirty these poles
Sipping ratio pour up a four
Man, free all my dawgs up the road
I'm still with the cros, still with the bros
Late night and we letting shit go
I drip like a pond, she like, "Oh My God"
She wanna fuck, yeah she bored
She up for the night but by the dawn
She gotta get outta the door
Get outta door, whore
I know you said you ain't fucking the bros
Bro pulled the cord, yeah
I know you ain't aiming unless in the nose
Stay afloat like a boat
Soon as a pack come in it go
Soon as the pressure get cracking, he choke
Nigga slipping like he slipped on soap

I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes
I'm in my zone, cooking the zone
Got me a clone, dripping VLONE
Hit him in his dome, hit him and go
Aye, lil' bitch, aye, watch your tone
She wanna give me neck in the ghost
Tell that lil' bitch I ain't average joe
She wan' be gang, she be do the most
Who want a toke? Come get the smoke
I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes
I'm with the gang and we giving out smoke
Pass him the dime, I know he gon' score
We in the bando serving snow
You know I go half and half for cro
We smoking demi and we toast
We getting money and some more

And yeah, I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes
Leave him with holes and now he is smoke
She ride the dick just like a bike
Super saucy as she give me throat
Back in the seven we were selling dope
I had to take a flight to trap it up North
Broski jus' dropped the bands on the torch
She don't play sports to know he don't score
She bust for Versace, she feel like a whore
Diamonds they hit 'em might leave you so sore
I got the drip, I got a pole
Fuck up some racks, drip some more
Fendi my kicks, fresh out the store
Brand new Fifth, send you a boy
I work my wrist, I got a four
This ain't the draft, she said I'm chosen
Still ball like DeRozan
Headshot, shoutout cronem
We got the ball rolling
You know I ain't going
Lil' ho' so annoying
One move and we blow him
The fuck was you thinkin'?
Fuck was he doing?
Dummy

I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes
I'm in my zone, cooking the zone
Got me a clone, dripping VLONE
Hit him in his dome, hit him and go
Aye, lil' bitch, aye, watch your tone
She wanna give me neck in the ghost
Tell that lil' bitch I ain't average joe
She wan' be gang, she be do the most
Who want a toke? Come get the smoke
I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes
I'm with the gang and we giving out smoke
Pass him the dime, I know he gon' score
We in the bando serving snow
You know I go half and half for cro
We smoking demi and we toast
We getting money and some more