Ladies and gentlemen, you are now in tune to
In tune to
Cross City, nigga, what?
You don't know?
God damn it
Fuck that, I ain't talking
Fuck that, she rolling
Nigga rolling in the lap with the disc, get back
Sipping on yak and I'm sitting on stack
And I'm puffing on dank, bluffing on dank
So, nigga, it's real and we'll kill for the bank, bro
Don't try to gank your ass to be stank, ho
Dead in the street, about to lay from the heat
Can't afford to take shorts, nigga, fuck what you thought
I'ma deal with your ass, I ain't trusting the court
Going on by mine, never saw by mine
We all right, motherfucker, till you cross that line
Y'all lost your mind, fuck niggas, you die
Nigga letting off iron and iron tears by mine
Shit, I feel fine
Shit, I feel fine
Shit, I feel fine
Shit, I feel fine

Wanna say you ass?
Shit, I feel fine
Shit, I feel fine
Shit, I feel fine
Shit, I feel fine
Shit, I feel fine
Shit, I feel fine
What the thugs at?
J show a nigga what them thugs at
Fuck that, first nigga move then we bustin' back
Trust that, Giants on the face on my scully cap
Smell dat?
Body chalked out where them shells at
Fail clad, fail through the grass
Toss that, take it out
the stash meet you in miami and we floss on the app that's how a thug do fuck you we muscle for
loot check my record and the credits they just stuck in the booth ain't nothing new that's how
we do i put it down for the crew red zone when i ride we whirl with you swimming through with
some hot shit ain't popping no crisp i'm trying to get every chip to be locked in this shit
my thug's probably on the road doping the rental we spit pellets pulled over hoping the dog don't
smell it or in the room with a steel toilet bunking the guard with four calax on the bar
getting right in the yard for the love of paper nigga we ain't flossing for hoes go to the club
the thug's the one that's flossing the most ride or die every thug i know live by them words stay
in the hood although we got a crib and a bird
and anything that we sit in sit no dubs crazy paper crazy rims crazy guns crazy thugs i'm strong
in the game niggas call me hercules but rapping ain't my thing dog i'm on work release
now the kid is in the big things black lacs sitting on some big rims and i told big guns
text to them sick twins i'm sick man pacino i keep the gutter drive through lick off shots
and i burn rubber niggas wanna pop me who are them haters they wanna clock me separate you
from his paper they done heard that i'm major moving in bricks so they watch me anything to
prove that i'm rich you play the tough guy see how rude i get i make shots fly and i don't care
who i hit milk white ben's cool drop blue i said i'm rich you play the tough guy see how rude i get
i'm sick for both guns in the trunk each with two to five clicks
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.