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(album: Kutthroat Bill: Vol. 1 - 2022)

He on a plate, he ate
Niggas keep dying that way, keep frying that way
Niggas getting fried like chicken and shit
KFC, nigga, we kill 'em for Crix
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 a nigga cracking no fours (Let's go)

Give me a play, I bet I'ma flip that
I'm in the hood, riding '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 streams
Just made six hundred off streams (And we throwing that bitch to the trap, on gang)
Let's go

It's crazy, I came here from nothing, now I walk around, I'm the motherfucking 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 that 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 all 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 sparing shit
Cashing that bag like Allstate
Burn like some plastic in broad day
Bullets make you sing like Rod Wave
M16, they all spray
New Versaces, all suede
Ten Piguets, they all ways
Six thots, they all slay, ayy

They ask me, like, why I don't be social
Like, why I don't be talking
I told they ass, "Man, [?] shit for sure"
These peons will know what a six pack is, that's seventy-two ounces
But, gang, let's get it piped up
On gang (Gang)
Let's go

Give me a play, I bet I'ma flip that
I'm in the hood, riding '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 streams
Just made six hundred off streams (And we throwing that bitch to the trap)
Let's go

I don't even cap on no beat, on blood, you paying for this fee
What I look like paying for a fee?
Nine Trey, don't get put on a tee
Lil' bro in your bush like a bee
This MAC have you shot like a tree, yeah
Tag beat a bitch, Ray 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 itching for bodies, when they see you, 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
Diss, get shot on your lip
I'm blowing shit off the rip (Ayy)
Got twenty in this clip
Never catch me in no zip
I can get bag like new chips or flip the new whip
I'm putting crackers on watch 'cause I keep a gun
This drill shit ain't fun, nigga