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Crime Stoppers
(专辑: 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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