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Crime Rate

 

Crime Rate

(álbum: The Blixky Tape - 2019)


Dzy on the beat
Bands, bands
Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky
Gang, gang, gang
Grrrt

Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plotting
Guapped up, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense
Opp nigga thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him
Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plotting
Guapped up, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense
Opp nigga thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him

Opp niggas never on nothing, I'm with the drama
Catch a nigga lacking, up the llama, drop him
I been stacking all this fettuccini, got my guap up
Niggas think it's sweet 'til a real nigga pop up
Split a nigga noodle, now his brains look like lobsters
I got a Suburban full of shooters tryna pop something
Pockets filled, Glock is near
Bitches freaking, tryna top the kid
She a thotty bitch, caught the top and slid

Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plotting
Guapped up, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense
Opp nigga thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him
Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plotting
Guapped up, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense
Opp nigga thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him

Let off, then we dripping, my energy been different
Thought he caught me slipping, got four more in my Smith an'
Pull up with that wand, poof, that nigga missing
That.40 and that nine look like two bitches kissing
Snipe him with a blicky, left him snoozed, he a victim
Niggas running Rickey out they shoes, he was sprinting
If they asking, we did it
Y'all some YouTube killers
Say the streets a jungle
I'm with two gorillas (Gang, gang, gang)

Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plotting
Guapped up, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense
Opp nigga thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him
Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plotting
Guapped up, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense
Opp nigga thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him

hecho

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