"CrimeMob" lyrics
"AsTheBluntBurnsSlow" Biatch!
BONES is a humble motherfucker, but I'm not. We still spending money from 10 years ago, nigga. Catch up
One thing I think I should let you know
I ain't the cracker to play with, I ain't the rapper to tussle with
Don't let the complexion fool ya, I pop out, make it somber
I got that thunder stick on me, I got that street sweeper, homie
I wake 'em up like alarm, thinking they could sleep on me, homie
I keep my weapon in reach and I got my boys in the corner
These yellow-bellied pussies flee when I'm up and pop like Coronas
I keep a sixer on ice for anybody that tryna party
Turn that bitch up like Mardi Gras, throwin' B's at your woman
The only one out my town to turn this bitch upside down
The only one out of Howell to rock them golds in his mouth
These pussies scared to take risks, and that's why they sit at the house
On the couch talkin' bout what they gon' do in the drought
See, I'm the type to go get it, even if it's tornado season
They in the basement just waitin' on my songs, makin' a killin'
I'm about to give them the blues, I'm about to make an example
Ran up a hundred million dollars, still ain't clearin' no sample
Bitch y'all can suck on my dick, they gonna keep knocking my shit
See, since 05, my whole purpose has been poppin' my shit
Bitches see me out in public and they think it's a damn mirage
If I was in office, I'd paint the White House camouflage
Flawless victory (Cemetery music)
BONES is a humble motherfucker, but I'm not. We still spending money from 10 years ago, nigga. Catch up
One thing I think I should let you know
I ain't the cracker to play with, I ain't the rapper to tussle with
Don't let the complexion fool ya, I pop out, make it somber
I got that thunder stick on me, I got that street sweeper, homie
I wake 'em up like alarm, thinking they could sleep on me, homie
I keep my weapon in reach and I got my boys in the corner
These yellow-bellied pussies flee when I'm up and pop like Coronas
I keep a sixer on ice for anybody that tryna party
Turn that bitch up like Mardi Gras, throwin' B's at your woman
The only one out my town to turn this bitch upside down
The only one out of Howell to rock them golds in his mouth
These pussies scared to take risks, and that's why they sit at the house
On the couch talkin' bout what they gon' do in the drought
See, I'm the type to go get it, even if it's tornado season
They in the basement just waitin' on my songs, makin' a killin'
I'm about to give them the blues, I'm about to make an example
Ran up a hundred million dollars, still ain't clearin' no sample
Bitch y'all can suck on my dick, they gonna keep knocking my shit
See, since 05, my whole purpose has been poppin' my shit
Bitches see me out in public and they think it's a damn mirage
If I was in office, I'd paint the White House camouflage
Flawless victory (Cemetery music)
