[Lyric] Cross Me 2016 (YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

Hello
(verse 1) (NBA YoungBoy)
I'm on the phone with Yates, he say he out of state
No he ain't got no job, he just made a play
Niggas snitchin' tellin' police where the fuck we stay
Police search the trunk, people caught another case
Niggas blame both sides, man these niggas bitches
Reggie got up in his feelings, guess that nigga envy
Second tour, tell them bitches I want over fifty
If they can't do it, they don't want me and thеy fuckin' city
On my heart, that's on my soul, I won't tell no lies
Unclе told, now my daddy doing 55
My niggas hittas choppers with us when we take that ride
Hit a lick with Tate, everything ain't kept divided
Reached out my phone, told him I thought that he was on my side
Crossed me too many times, told him, "Bitch, you gotta die"
Reached out my phone, told him I thought that he was on my side
Crossed me too many times, told him, "Bitch, you gotta die"

(chorus)
When my OGs say a nigga ever cross me
You better off that pussy nigga 'fore he off me (bang)
When my bruddas say a nigga ever cross me
You better off that pussy nigga 'fore he off me (bang)
When my OGs say a nigga ever cross me
You better off that pussy nigga 'fore he off me (bang)
When my bruddas say a nigga ever cross me
You better off that pussy nigga 'fore he off me (bang)
(verse 2)(wnc whop beezy)

Pussy hoes telling lies
Can't say sorry when that beam in between your eyes
I'm a real gangster, keep a pistol, this ain't no surprise
You ever stunt on me, you might as well say your last goodbyes
Thomas say I'm a rat, well Thomas told a good ass lie
Walk you down, take off this mask and look you in yo' eyes
I hang with steppers, real killers from the other side
Yellow tape and white chalk, I'll leave your family cryin', your family cryin'
(NBA YoungBoy)
Bang, I put that on my team, I'll never change
See I'm getting money, still I'll rob out out your chain
Con a pack that be them shooters, I know they gon' bang
Tell them niggas hatin' I ain't worried 'bout a fuckin' thing
I won't speak on what I know, won't speak on what I saw
You sent your brother in that house, he shot him on the couch
I'm stuck up in this shit, I gotta make it out
Ken and Ray brother took my shit, shot up they mama house

(chorus)
When my OGs say a nigga ever cross me
You better off that pussy nigga 'fore he off me (bang)
When my bruddas say a nigga ever cross me
You better off that pussy nigga 'fore he off me (bang)
When my OGs say a nigga ever cross me
You better off that pussy nigga 'fore he off me (bang)
When my bruddas say a nigga ever cross me
You better off that pussy nigga 'fore he off me (bang)