[Intro: Lil Crease]
Y’all already know what the fuck going on
Lil crease in this motherfucker
Mhm, mhm, mhm
Niggas be dissing and shit and I’m still gon’ be on the top man
Y’all know what the fuck going on
[Chorus: Lil Crease]
We double back when we sliding, hop out the car with the Glock we hit two of your men
I cannot think about dying, my nigga stuck in the trap tryna run up some bands
You on the block, you hear sirens, niggas be getting the fuck and they leaving they men
I don’t respond when they lying, tell ‘em to suck on my dick ‘cause these niggas be fans
I’m with my niggas, I’m riding, bullets be clapping they hot, they gon’ sound like a band
Please do not think about sliding, we got a .30 you know that we be flipping a van
We up the score, we ain’t tying, you know we stuck in trenches, don’t step on the land
Ima be up, i ain’t lying, funny these niggas ‘cause these niggas know I ain’t playing
[Verse: Lil Crease]
I gotta keep me a burner yeah I got slimed but I bet they won’t do it again
Yeah that bitch new and she learning, i gotta teach her some tricks when we up in the bed
Nigga got burnt like a furnest, step on the block and I bet she get one to the head
That bitch, she going, she burning, i can’t be loving these bitches they go for the men
You know I’m flushing his whip, he tried to run but you know that I filled him with leds
I gotta keep me a stick, i know these niggas be thinking about leaving me dead
I know he cap in his rap, I’m tryna see if that nigga gon’ knock off a dread
I gotta stay out the map, niggas be hot and you know they converse with the feds
Uh, nigga got hit, slide through the vent, drac’ making him flip
Stuck in the stu tryna make me a hit, don’t understand why these niggas on dick, Uh
‘Cause a young nigga lit, fuck is he saying, he ain’t doubling shit
You in the way bitch stay out the mix, keep me a Glock bitch right in my hip
Uh, fuck is he saying, sign in the block but the paint where it ain’t
Sign to the block and you know ima paint
Say that you call me lil nigga you ain’t
Go with this rap shit, fuck all the hate
Talking to much, he got burnt like a flame
He on the news ‘cause he wanna be famous
He tryna shoot and get turnt into angels
[Chorus: Lil Crease]
We double back when we sliding, hop out the car with the Glock we hit two of your men
I cannot think about dying, my nigga stuck in the trap tryna run up some bands
You on the block, you hear sirens, niggas be getting the fuck and they leaving they men
I don’t respond when they lying, tell ‘em to suck on my dick ‘cause these niggas be fans
I’m with my niggas, I’m riding, bullets be clapping they hot, they gon’ sound like a band
Please do not think about sliding, we got a .30 you know that we be flipping a van
We up the score, we ain’t tying, you know we stuck in trenches, don’t step on the land
Ima be up, i ain’t lying, funny these niggas ‘cause these niggas know I ain’t playing
[Outro: Lil Crease]
Yeah you know I ain’t playing man, they know what’s going on
Lil Crease in this motherfucker, yeah
Y’all already know what the fuck going on
Lil crease in this motherfucker
Mhm, mhm, mhm
Niggas be dissing and shit and I’m still gon’ be on the top man
Y’all know what the fuck going on
[Chorus: Lil Crease]
We double back when we sliding, hop out the car with the Glock we hit two of your men
I cannot think about dying, my nigga stuck in the trap tryna run up some bands
You on the block, you hear sirens, niggas be getting the fuck and they leaving they men
I don’t respond when they lying, tell ‘em to suck on my dick ‘cause these niggas be fans
I’m with my niggas, I’m riding, bullets be clapping they hot, they gon’ sound like a band
Please do not think about sliding, we got a .30 you know that we be flipping a van
We up the score, we ain’t tying, you know we stuck in trenches, don’t step on the land
Ima be up, i ain’t lying, funny these niggas ‘cause these niggas know I ain’t playing
[Verse: Lil Crease]
I gotta keep me a burner yeah I got slimed but I bet they won’t do it again
Yeah that bitch new and she learning, i gotta teach her some tricks when we up in the bed
Nigga got burnt like a furnest, step on the block and I bet she get one to the head
That bitch, she going, she burning, i can’t be loving these bitches they go for the men
You know I’m flushing his whip, he tried to run but you know that I filled him with leds
I gotta keep me a stick, i know these niggas be thinking about leaving me dead
I know he cap in his rap, I’m tryna see if that nigga gon’ knock off a dread
I gotta stay out the map, niggas be hot and you know they converse with the feds
Uh, nigga got hit, slide through the vent, drac’ making him flip
Stuck in the stu tryna make me a hit, don’t understand why these niggas on dick, Uh
‘Cause a young nigga lit, fuck is he saying, he ain’t doubling shit
You in the way bitch stay out the mix, keep me a Glock bitch right in my hip
Uh, fuck is he saying, sign in the block but the paint where it ain’t
Sign to the block and you know ima paint
Say that you call me lil nigga you ain’t
Go with this rap shit, fuck all the hate
Talking to much, he got burnt like a flame
He on the news ‘cause he wanna be famous
He tryna shoot and get turnt into angels
[Chorus: Lil Crease]
We double back when we sliding, hop out the car with the Glock we hit two of your men
I cannot think about dying, my nigga stuck in the trap tryna run up some bands
You on the block, you hear sirens, niggas be getting the fuck and they leaving they men
I don’t respond when they lying, tell ‘em to suck on my dick ‘cause these niggas be fans
I’m with my niggas, I’m riding, bullets be clapping they hot, they gon’ sound like a band
Please do not think about sliding, we got a .30 you know that we be flipping a van
We up the score, we ain’t tying, you know we stuck in trenches, don’t step on the land
Ima be up, i ain’t lying, funny these niggas ‘cause these niggas know I ain’t playing
[Outro: Lil Crease]
Yeah you know I ain’t playing man, they know what’s going on
Lil Crease in this motherfucker, yeah
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