CROS

Lyrics

[Chorus] I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes I'm in my zone, cooking your zone Got me a clone, dripping VLONE Hit him in his dome, hit him and go Aye lil' bitch, aye watch your tone She wanna give me neck in the ghost Tell that lil' bitch I ain't average joe She wanna be gang, she be doing the most Who want a toke? Come get the smoke I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes I'm with the gang and we giving out smoke Pass him the dime I know he gon' score We in the bando serving snow You know I go half and half for cro We smoking demi and we toast We getting money and some more [Verse 1] We smoking demi and we toast Throw up a three, shoutout the bros I'm in the North, my youngins gon' wait at your door Make a rule and I don't break the code It was June but the trap let it snow I've been whipping and doubling O's Might go OT when nobody knows Might go slide, when I wanna dirty these poles Sipping ratio or pour up a four Man, free all my dawgs on the road I'm still with the cros, still with the bros Late night and we letting shit go I drip like a pond, she like, "Oh My God" She wanna fuck, yeah she bored She up for the night but by the dawn she gotta get outta the door Get outta door, whore I know you said you ain't fucking the bros Bro pulled the cord, yeah I know you ain't aiming unless in the nose Stay afloat like a boat Finish a pack, come in and go Soon as the pressure get crackin', he choke Nigga slippin' like he slip on soap [Chorus] I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes I'm in my zone, cooking your zone Got me a clone, dripping VLONE Hit him in his dome, hit him and go Aye lil' bitch, aye watch your tone She wanna give me neck in the ghost Tell that lil' bitch I ain't average joe She wanna be gang, she be doing the most Who want a toke? Come get the smoke I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes I'm with the gang and we giving out smoke Pass him the dime I know he gon' score We in the bando serving snow You know I go half and half for cro We smoking demi and we toast We getting money and some more [Verse 2] And yeah I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes Leave him with holes [inaudible] She ride the dick just like a bike Super saucy as she give me dome Back in the seven we were selling dope I had to take a flight to trap it up North [inaudible] bands on the torch He don't play sports 'cause he don't score She boss up the first night so she feeling like a whore Diamonds they hit 'em they leave you so sore I got the drip, I got a pole Fuck up some racks, drip some more Fendi my kicks, fresh out the store Brand new fifth send you a boy I work my wrist, I got a four This ain't the draft, she said I'm chosen Still ball like DeRozan Headshot, shoutout cronem We got the ball rolling You know I ain't going Lil' ho' so annoying One move and we blow him The fuck was you thinkin'? What the fuck was he doing? Dummy [Chorus] I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes I'm in my zone, cooking your zone Got me a clone, dripping VLONE Hit him in his dome, hit him and go Aye lil' bitch, aye watch your tone She wanna give me neck in the ghost Tell that lil' bitch I ain't average joe She wanna be gang, she be doing the most Who want a toke? Come get the smoke I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes I'm with the gang and we giving out smoke Pass him the dime I know he gon' score We in the bando serving snow You know I go half and half for cro We smoking demi and we toast We getting money and some more