Solo Crippin

(专辑： I Am Me - 2019)

Oh my fucking God
Kushy got a retainer, haha
(Damn Trap, that shit slappin')
Hah, ayy (Word)

I get more ass than a lawn chair
I like a bitch with some long hair (Hair)
She shaking that ass and throwing it fast (Throw it)
That making me wanna go bone her (I wanna fuck)
Sneak dissing, lil' boy, watch your tone there (Huh?)
I'm not giving you shit, I'm no loaner (That's on mama)
If you do what I do, you a clone there (Word)
Sat down with a nine, young nigga did some long prayer
Ride around your block with a corner
I might just serve me a corner (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He a barber, that boy used to comb hair (Huh?)
I might walk through your hood just to roam there (Huh? Huh?)
If you reach in that glove department, trap phone there
Give it to 'em like a donor (Donor)
Why beef 'bout a bitch if I really don't want her?
I check them hoes off the list like Nike Air (Woah)
Fuck her in your house and spend the night there
You caught me, I know you don't like that shit right there
You fought me, that's how you got that lil' black eye there (Huh?)
You diss them Crips or the Nation, you die there (Yeah)
Send your location, I fly there (Fly there)
Eight-legged freak, send her back in my Spyder (Spyder)
Four hoes on me, I'm the shit like a diaper (Diaper)
I'm coming off the dome like a cypher (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Two-tone (Two-tone)
Audemar my wrist, I got designer on my 'fit ('Fit)
No collision, but nigga, we be calling hits (Rrah)
In the Expedition, we got 'bout 37 sticks (Doon, doon, doon)
Heard your ex went missing, I got her fucking on the clique
No supervision, radar in this bitch (Bitch)
No record label, got my A&R in this bitch (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Shoot a nigga in December, that's a cold hit (Cold hit)
All that sneak dissing got your folks hit (Folks hit)
Caught a body, same gun, hit the show with it (Yeah)
Do whatever for the money, baby, go get it (Woo)
Thousand dollars for a front row ticket (Yes)
It's all fun until your dough come missing
Call my niggas, do a door-door kicking (Kickin')
Say you a killer, get your mojo missing (Missin')
Say you a P, better slow your pimping (Pimpin')
Bitch, I be solo Cripping (Crip, crip)

Nigga, better slow your pimping
'Fore your fucking folks come missing
Say you killer but your mojo missing
Nigga, you ain't getting no money
Take a notepad, nigga, you came with that nigga (Oh)
I'll tell you 'bout these slow ass niggas
Say they a shooter but they gun ain't never on safety
Nah, we ain't even gon' play
Nah, we just fuck 'em on the pavement
Nah, fucking your bitch on the pavement
Nah, man
Shit is litty in the city, bitch
Nigga, weed coming out in this
Boy, why you put that shit in here, boy?
Trapomatics made another one
Why did you do that? Stupid