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Crime Stoppers

 

Crime Stoppers

(album: No Hooks II - 2019)


(David Wesson)

Send a shot this way and I'ma send a shell
Niggas ain't no gangsters, they be sending 12
Ninety-day grind like I'm Cookie Trel
For all my niggas looking down from heaven, I'ma give 'em hell
Took a major loss, but I'm a boss about it
Some shit done popped off, but I can't talk about it
A nigga play with me, we ain't gon' talk about it
They gon' find his body in his hood with some chalk around it
Always making plays, got some shit in motion
Forty for this AP, I did it for the culture
Twenty in my cup holder, sitting in a Rover
Sixty for the rose gold presi' like my nigga Soda
Growing up was hard for me, I ain't have much
That's why I celebrate every time the bag touch
Homicide investigating shit, don't ask us
But I'll still beat a nigga ass and put the mag up
Twenty different chains, nigga, five watches
Got these pussy niggas calling Crime Stoppers
You ain't really got no paper, why you lying 'bout it?
Nigga tough as hell, caught a case and now he crying 'bout it
Gucci, Off-White, I got on double drip
Got it out the streets, you doing double shifts
I get money, you be on some other shit
All these blues in my bankroll, I should become a Crip
Know some Pirus, know some Bloods too
Know some Rolling 60 Crips, I know the plug too
Popping Ace of Spade, drinking mud too
Don't get this shit twisted 'cause I'm crispy, I'm a thug too
Thousand-dollar jeans, wear them bitches once
Took a picture in 'em, now them bitches done
You know what's going on when I'm in Golden Sun
She gon' fuck me on the first night 'cause I'm the chosen one
I'm in New York City when the ball drop
Or I'm on Ocean Drive in a hard top
Used to stay up all night selling hard rocks
They on me everywhere a nigga go, they worse than mall cops
All that slick talking shit gon' get you called out
If we can't find you, get your dog dropped
Ten thousand all fives, that's a dog now
Far as I'm concerned, I don't trust 'em, shit, they all opps
I don't trust shit but the calculator
When I had my first hundred, you was masturbating
I ain't new to this, I been having paper
Finally got your first ten thousand, boy, congratulations
Ain't a nigga in this world that I'm scared of
It's on the floor, then we gon' see you niggas' heads up
Plug just sent the pack, I got the heads-up
When I bought my first hundred grams, it fucked my head up
Feds on the internet, I put the 'Gram up
Better not tell the operation, nigga, man up
Thanksgiving turkey bags, ain't no ham, no
Just a bunch of collard greens and some yams, though
For that mac and cheese, we'll mask up
Turn your brains to baked beans when that mag bust
Whole chickens in, come and cash one
Ain't nobody at this round table but the fam, though
Dumbbells in, got my arm in shape
Rose gold 'Dweller, bitch look like a caramel cake
You ain't get my Q? We got ours to shake
Shit easy being real, but it's hard to fake
Run off with that bag and get paralyzed
I can get a pussy nigga killed with a head nod
I'm in Opa-locka with them Haitians like I'm Red Eyes
Ghetto Boyz, baby, got this rap shit in a headlock

Bitch, huh
You already know how we carry it on this end, nigga
No Hooks 2, my baby
Ayy, Dave
Let the beat ride out, nigga

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