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Lyrics by：Bill K. Kapri/Kristo Ventsel/Cristian Denis
He on a plate
He ate
N***as keep dyin' that way
Keep fryin' that way
N***as gettin' fried like chicken and ****
KFC
N***a
We kill 'em for Crix
Hit a n***a a*s with a three-piece combo
His mom
His bro
His sis
Got an opp ***** in the back of the Rolls
I better not see a n***a crackin' no fours
Let's go
Give me a play
I bet I'ma flip that
I'm in the hood
Ridin' 'round with a six-pack
I got a Glock with a beam
If I catch an opp
He gon' scream
I got them zoes on my team
Just made six hundred off streams
Just made six hundred off streams
And we throwin' that ***** to the trap
On gang
Let's go
It's crazy
I came here from nothin'
Now I walk around
I'm the ************* man in my city
I show a n***a no pity
Your mama
Your brother
Your sister
Your kids
Your bitties
I don't give a **** who you call
A n***a can never say that Lil Crix assed out
I drop an opp like he passed out
Two kids and his h*es
Throw his a*s in a blunt
Gassed out
Let's go
When I'm all in public
That heater tucked
On Blood
Y'all know how I give it up
I don't give a **** who you with
I ain't sparin' ****
Cashin' that bag like Allstate
Burn like some plastic in broad day
Bullets make you sing like Rod Wave
M16
They all spray
New Versaces
All suede
Ten Piguets
They all ways
Six thots
They all slay
Ayy
They ask me
Like
Why I don't be social
Like
Why I don't be talkin'
**** for sure
These peons will know what a six pack is
That's seventy-two ounces
But
Gang
Let's get it piped up
On gang
Gang
Let's go
Give me a play
I bet I'ma flip that
I'm in the hood
Ridin' 'round with a six-pack
I got a Glock with a beam
If I catch an opp
He gon' scream
I got them zoes on my team
Just made six hundred off streams
Just made six hundred off streams
And we throwin' that ***** to the trap
Let's go
I don't even cap on no beat
On blood
You payin' for this fee
What I look like payin' for a fee
Nine Trey
Don't get put on a tee
Lil' bro in your bush like a bee
This MAC have you shot like a tree
Yeah
Tag beat a *****
Ray Rice
Don't play with your life like dice
N***a
You better think twice
N***a
'Cause I'll pay the price
N***a
Know some young n***as that's itchin' for bodies
When they see you
It's on sight
Fifteen
Seen my first body
I ain't never look back
That's why I keep a strap on my hip
Diss
Get shot on your lip
I'm blowin' **** off the rip
Ayy
Got twenty in this clip
Never catch me in no zip
I can get bag like new chips or flip the new whip
I'm puttin' crackers on watch 'cause I keep a gun
This drill **** ain't fun
N***a