[Lyric] Crate (Stiyers)

Don't wanna argue put you in a crate
Im in the trap im servin that base
She gave me top, now im doing great
How many thots? bitch i got like 8
Choppa bullets they fuckin up your face

Im in the spot bitch where it ain't safe
You like to talk, well im in your state
You like to talk, burn you on a steak

I got a choppa im airin it out
Don't wanna talk bitch just give me mouth
Im outside i jumped out the house

556 my ARP's
He on a shirt r.i.p
Rick owen coat, get like me
Sad bout a hoe? can't be me

Im finna slide like a sled
He think he better he mid
Off of the perc like im dead
He think we cool he laced
She wanna link link, fuck no bitch
I cannot lack i stay wit a stick
Why are they mad im stackin my chips
My bitch she bad she foreign she mix

Don't wanna argue put you in a crate
Im in the trap im servin that base
She gave me top, now im doing great
How many thots? bitch i got like 8
Choppa bullets they fuckin up your face

Im in the spot bitch where it ain't safe
Im in the spot where you can't stay