[Lyric] Crime Scene (Surge (Rapper))

(Verse 1)
C-Notes
I Be Chasing C-Notes
I Ain’t Never Running Out Of Ammo
What’s A Reload
I Got Women Trying To Shoot They Shot
Like This A Free Throw
She Been Talking To Me Bout A Future
She A Freak Hoe
I Got Way Too Many Things To Do
I Tell Them Book Me
I Know Niggas Trying Pull My Card
I Tell Them Push Me
I Be Schooling Niggas All The Time
They Playing Hooky
Way I Went To Ballin
They Ain’t Know I Was Rookie
I Killed That Pussy
It’s A Murder Scene
Aye
My Flow Sick
Ain’t Trying To Quarantine
Aye
No Running From It
Homie You Know Where We At Nigga
We Numb To It
Likе It’s Morphine
Before Thе Social Guidelines
Told You Niggas Back Back
I Come Through And Kill The Scene
Aye How You Murder Like That
Made A Ticket Off Of Rapping
How You Sounding Like That
Type Of Math A Nigga Talking
Turn A Dollar Into Racks
(Chorus)
I Want Cash
I’m A Put In The Stash
Way My Fricking Palm Itching
Could Of Sworn I Had A Rash
Aye
Chase A Bag
I Don’t Really Want To Brag
Now They See A Nigga Popping
You Could Say I’m Like A Tag
Aye
Shordy Bad
Like She Made A Nigga Mad
I’m Happy Young Nigga
I Ain’t Going Out Sad
No
Money Add
No That Shit Don’t Ever Lag
Way I’m Getting All These Mommy’s
Nigga Shout Out To My Dad
Ayee

(Verse 2)
Beep Beep
Got These Niggas On Street
We Could Really Get You Touched
It Ain’t Nobody Out Of Reach
Niggas Pull Up On Yo Block
And Say What’s Hannin’
I Been Active
You Looking For Some Action
Yeah Block Babyyyy
I Seen Em’ Jumping Zack
Shit Was Getting Serious
That Shit Was Like A Heart Attack
I Don’t Like To Talk About This Shit
Cause It Be Flooding Back
Adrenaline Be Pumping Busting Missions
Now It’s To The Max
Working Every Sunday
Pay Out Onna Wednesday
Mastered Getting Money
Now I’m Feeling Like A Sensei
Tell Me What The Check Say
I Don’t Got A Rest Day
I Ain’t Working Out
But Shit Is Feeling Like A Flex Day
Nasty
She Getting At Me
I Had To Pass Her To My Dog
I’m Throwing Alleys
They Couldn’t Tag Me
They Tryna Catch Me
I Get To Running To That Money
Like A Track Meet
(Chorus)
I Want Cash
I’m A Put In The Stash
Way My Fricking Palm Itching
Could Of Sworn I Had A Rash
Aye
Chase A Bag
I Don’t Really Want To Brag
Now They See A Nigga Popping
You Could Say I’m Like A Tag
Aye
Shordy Bad
Like She Made A Nigga Mad
I’m Happy Young Nigga
I Ain’t Going Out Sad
No
Money Add
No That Shit Don’t Ever Lag
Way I’m Getting All These Mommy’s
Nigga Shout Out To My Dad
Ayee