"Choosing Crime" lyrics

(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
(Thank you, Timmy boy)

A city filled with crime
My brand-new bitch a dime
That gangster shit, ain't buyin' it
If I get mad, I'm choosin' crime
If I get mad, I'm choosin' guns
My broke-ass opps ain't got no funds
My broke-ass opps ain't got no money
Them niggas broke, stressed out and bums
Brand-new Glock came with a drum
Where you goin'? Boy, you can't run
In these streets, better not be dumb
You can't gang bang without a gun
Yeah, I got shot, ain't no opps popped me
New SRT, this bitch a hottie
I hit him in his head, chest and neck and put two more in his body

It's dead-ass opps in my blunt
My pockets stay on mumps
All we know is murder, murder
I send my niggas on the hunt
Bitch, fuck your man, his ass a punk
Shout out my label, man, watch me stunt
Shout out my mama for havin' a son
She say he hate me 'cause I'm too blunt
I laugh at niggas 'cause they funny
My opps ain't got no money
Your bitch trash, she weak and ugly
My bitch bad, she tucked her tummy
If he play, get on his ass
Yeah, if he play, it's goin' bad
Come chill with me, I'm a real vibe
You wifin' hoes that I been had
All I rap is facts
I'm turnt to the max
Smoke 'em like a Black
Bulletproof the Cadillac
Ain't suckin' dick, you can't spin back
Ain't makin' love, fuck from the back
Ain't tryna slide, sit in the back
Get caught danglin', he gettin' clapped

A city filled with crime
My brand-new bitch a dime
That gangster shit, ain't buyin' it
If I get mad, I'm choosin' crime
If I get mad, I'm choosin' guns
My broke-ass opps ain't got no funds
My broke-ass opps ain't got no money
Them niggas broke, stressed out and bums
Brand-new Glock came with a drum
Where you goin'? Boy, you can't run
In these streets, better not be dumb
You can't gang bang without a gun
Yeah, I got shot, ain't no opps popped me
New SRT, this bitch a hottie
I hit him in his head, chest and neck, and put two more in his body