[Lyric] Crew (JAK & $HAQUILLE O'NEIL)

[Intro]
(It look like you lost another one)

[Verse 1: JAK]
Swervin' lanes in the ‘Rari
Little bitch, I don’t say sorry
I'm with the crew, with the army
We tipsy off of the Bacardi
Me and the squad eatin' grapes
My choppa wet like a lake
Whippin’ on the interstate
Goin' real fast like a race
$HAQUILLE and Zar on the track
We steady smokin' the pack
We got hella fuckin' stacks
We gon' shoot you in the back
My wrist ice, call me fuckin' Jack Frost
We steady drinkin', we smokin', we cross
I buy designer, don’t care ‘bout thе cost
Think I’m Steph' Curry how I’m takin the shots
(Water, uh, watеr)
I've been gettin' buckets, call me fuckin' Jordan Poole
If you talk down, I’ma hit you with the tool
$HAQUILLE and Zar they muhfuckin' ghouls
Got no education, didn't go to fuckin' school
Uh, uh, yeah, didn't go to school
Didn't fuck with y'all so I didn't go to school
We got the pack called GG4
Talkin' mad tough, lil' bitch, it means war
Choppa fuckin' bang, yeah, it fuckin' roar
Hand on my hammer, call me muhfuckin' Thor
Lookin' at yo' bitch, yeah, she a fuckin' whore
That's the type of shit that I choose to ignore
Uh, choose to ignore
[Verse 2: $HAQUILLE O’NEIL]
All these bitches, they don't like my sound
Movin' [?] by the pound
I stole his blick, call it lost and found
This choppa put your whole crew in the ground
Call me LeBron the way I'm crowned
I'm steady ballin' like Giannis
I see your bitch and she give me a kiss
I got 30 opps on my hit list
I only fuck with a rich bitch
You a trick like a kick flip
Let the chop' bang like a Crip
I fuck yo' bitch and let her [?]
Draco with the banana clip
I might take yo' life
Steal yo' bitch, she my wife
Bitch, I keep my knife
Smoke a blunt, need a light
We so clean, all white
“Neil stop the percs,” You right
Pop [?] I'm done for the night
Bitch, I don't fuckin' fight
But I still shoot on sight
All my choppas blue
We sticky just like glue
Roll a joint or two
Fuck it, roll a few
Rollin' with the crew
Bitch, I keep a screw
Bitch, I thought you knew
This beat jump, no kangaroo
[Verse 3: Lbl Zar]
Metal on me, I feel like I'm Tony
Yo' girl ridin' on me, I feel like I'm a pony (Like I'm a pony)
Playin' these bitches, I feel like I'm Sony
You claimin' that you hard, but really you phony
Used to be broke, now I'm wearin' Off-White (Hell yeah)
Neil and Jack, you sound so fuckin' white (Cornball)
Got me a bag, but I doubled the size
Just brought home two bitches and both of them mine
They copy my moves, I call them a mine (What?)
Yo' girl callin' on me, I'm hittin decline (Yeah)
Poppin' Xans, this shit for the night
We know you a bitch, you ain't really gon' slide (Pussy)
Opps on my dick, send ‘em up to the gates
You get put in a blunt, if you try to escape
Smokin' on runtz, this shit to the face
I chop off ya head and pray to God for his grace (Yeah)
Smokin' on gas, mentality on space
I get in the Coupe', let's a race (Go)
Crash for the night, you can stay at my place
She suckin' my shit, that's why I feel great (Yeah)
You are not hard, who you tryna intimidate (Bitch)
Yo' momma a bitch, that's who you imitate (Damn)
I'll beat yo' ass, you better learn yo' place
I'm always here for my gang and that's no debate
[Outro: Lbl Zar]
(I'm always here for my gang and that's no debate)
(Shhhhhh)
Yeah, I'll beat yo' ass, better learn yo' place
I got a chop' with a beam
Yo' bitch for the team (That's tough)
He think he bang, but he really sweet (On God)
Little you know she get on her knees and tell me “Zar, do what ever you please” (Perfect!)