Cross Me

歌手: Money Man • 专辑:Epidemic (Deluxe) • 发布时间:2020-08-20
This the hardest tape I ever dropped
 She the baddest I done ever hit
 This the strongest pack I ever bought
 This the fastest car I ever drove
 I be having racks online, I got million-dollar schemes
 I got Chrome Heart jeans and a Ruger with the beam, yeah
Vegan, bitch, I don't eat no wings
 Bae ridin' with me just to roll my weed
Yammin' on bitches like Joel Embiid
 Was a young thug like Gotit and Keed
 Foreign car crank up, it ain't got keys
 A1 'za buds, they ain't got seeds
 I just caught a play in a VLONE tee
 Straight to the source, can't middle-man me
She ain't even charge, I just hit the bitch free
 Eight to seven racks on me, all of 'em free
 Couple BINs on me, check the fake ID
 LV belt and a plain white tee
Bitches hatin' on the kid, they wanna crucify me
 I tapped out, wasn't satisfying me
 You ain't gotta fake it, don't pacify me
 If you ever try me, that's an R.I.P.
 I thought you loved me
 I thought you ****ed with me
 You tried to cross me
 You tried to off me
 Black lives matter, so I'm burning black Runtz
 Trap still jumping, made fifty this month
 Big bag chillin' while I'm stuffin' my blunt
 Big boy mansion, three whips in the front
 My dawg just died, so we goin' on a hunt
Nigga gon' shoot, we ain't shootin' no one
 Collectin' our straps, we ain't sellin' no gun
 Workin' all day, we ain't havin' no fun
Weed fast, bitch, gotta clear out my lungs
 Heard he was tellin', gotta cut out his tongue
Go and get a bag, these niggas just bums
 Ridin' 'round the city with a hundred-round drum
Bitch-ass niggas, quit poppin' your gums
 I just did an IJ for a hundred-and-some K
 Eatin' every ****in' day like a ****in' entrée, yeah
 Fifty-five racks in a Goyard bag
 Put it on ice, you done made the opps mad
Finessed me a bitch, oops, my bad
 Pull up to the set in a Cadillac truck
 With a Glock 9 tucked, gotta make these bucks
These rap niggas suck, if it's slumped, then it's up
 She just want it hard 'cause she like it real rough
 Old-school OG smell like must
Get to the money, yeah, bitch, I must
 Cheap 38 and the handle got rust
 Everything turn gold that I touch
 I thought you loved me
 I thought you ****ed with me
 You tried to cross me
 You tried to off me
 Black lives matter, so I'm burning black Runtz
 Trap still jumping, made fifty this month
 Big bag chillin' while I'm stuffin' my blunt
 Big boy mansion, three whips in the front
 My dawg just died, so we goin' on a hunt
Nigga gon' shoot, we ain't shootin' no one
 Collectin' our straps, we ain't sellin' no gun
 Workin' all day, we ain't havin' no fun
Weed fast, bitch, gotta clear out my lungs
 Heard he was tellin', gotta cut out his tongue
Go and get a bag, these niggas just bums
 Ridin' 'round the city with a hundred-round drum
Bitch-ass niggas, quit poppin' your gums
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