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BlocBoy JB

Still Crippin

 

Still Crippin


Yeah
I'm still cripping
Woo, fuck you mean?
Bitch, woo

Bitch, I'm still cripping (Crip)
East Side nigga, I'm still living
Any problem in the hood, I deal with it
Put a bag on his head, it's a meal ticket
Got a Glock on the boat, call it a fish stick
Nigga try to rob me, that's a blank miss
Hold the Drac' in the car, my Elgato AR
We put hoes in the whip, now it's [?]
And a nigga still tipping on the fo' fo's
And they still be trapping at the Citgo
And the dick in the Glock and it's a 4-O
Hoofing at the plug and told 'em, "Get ghost"
Catching these bodies, but don't catch a case
He talk out the top, put a hole in his face
Swerve, and every time I see the [?]
I send my lil' [?] to wipe for the [?]
These niggas talking like they send me bodies
But most of these niggas some mini-mes
Shaking my hand and they smiling
You would say, "Hi," to some niggas, some enemies
It's 2020 and I'm smoking Christmas tree
Whipping the dope in the pot, this ain't chemistry
I go on some fruit, but not on [?]
Middle finger trigger finger the enemy
I'm from Memphis, south west part of Tennessee
Woah, niggas be killing me
Uh, hoes, they don't be fitting me
Uh, opps thinking 'bout killing me
Heard a nigga say rob me
They said, "it's fiction," hickory dickory
Uh, first .48, it's the misery
Choppa hit a nigga, rotisserie
If they ain't got a black nigga in the school book
Nigga, that shit really ain't history
I heard the opps say they sick of me
Uh, well, they'll have to get rid of me
Fucking a ho, she never gave a kiss to me
Pass to the bro and they gon' have a [?]
Strapped with that .30, come in, take a pill or three
Bloc J the hood, now everybody deal with me

I said, "Bloc J the hood, now everybody deal with me"
You, you, you and you
Gotta deal with me
Big JB
Grape Street, big Loc
Riding 'round with that big .5
Know the feds, they pissed off, yeah
Big .44
Big, big, big Loc
Big Loc
Oh

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