CREMATE (Run Outta Lucc)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Dusty Locane] Yeah, I'm stuck in my ways (My ways) Chase the bag, I gotta get paid (Get paid) Grab the .40, I'm lettin' it blaze (It blaze) Off the scene, we switchin' them lanes (Grrt) These niggas, they fucked up (They fucked up) Run up on me, you gon' run out of luck (Run out of luck) I keep that gun tucked (Gun tucked) Say he a killer, we feedin' them slugs [Verse 2: Stelly Hundo] I can't speak on the shh–, niggas might hear (Might hear) But that nigga dead in the air (In the air) He tried to run and got hit in the rear (He got clapped) From the 'Ville, not a nigga I fear (Facts) Niggas gotta check in wit' the seven He was a demon, we sent him to heaven (Sent him up) He was down and he switched on the homies (On the gang) New treesh gon' go for the homies [?] got stick wit' a beam Wit' the fiends put the rock in my jeans I'm from the O, it get drastic (It get drastic) [?] like, pass me the 'matic (Like, pass me the 'matic) Niggas tough on the phone, that ain't static Like, if you ain't a 'ooter, then pass it (Nigga, please) Who that be? Top shottas (Top shottas) Who that is? Big papa (Big papa) What he on? Rake dropper Oh, he big? Who shot ya'? (Who shot ya'?) I stay wit' the cuzzy, he totin' the tan Two knocks 'cause I came wit' the duffle Boxed in, no I'm not tryna scuffle Play wit' the gang and a nigga in trouble Ayo, cig! Where the O's? Send shots, left a hole in his clothes [Verse 3: OMB Jay Dee] Look, in the streets, niggas know what I did (No cap) I been uppin' that since a kid (Boom, boom, boom) He actin' crazy, I'm pushin' his wig Get low, I ain't doin' the bid He was talkin' on bro and we slid Four man, was a dangerous crip Free Gutta, he known as the cig Life like mine, only life to live (Ayo, cig!) Got it on me so how you gon' touch me? If I shot and I missed, then he lucky 5 A.M. I was up for the uppy Louis V, I'm used to wearin' Rugby They ain't talkin' in person, they subbed me Ain't die 'cause that boy try to rush me Wit' the 60s, rollin', controllin' Call up the Loc and we gon' do 'em dusty Off the wave, but I'm still in the mix Only problem, I'm spinnin' and shit Gotta focus on winnin' and shit Lost lil' bro, I ain't feelin' this shit Heavy crip when I spin on the B Catch a hit and maneuver the V Did it all I'm still in the 'jects We did 'em wrong, wasn't movin' correct Big .45, I ain't spinnin' with the 9 He don't get it? Do the math He was trippin', I gave him a pass Had the knockers, I ain't have a mask Tote the duffle, I'll handle the rest And I'm known from the East to the West Homie tryna put me to the test (Suck my dick!) Do him dirty, bro clean up the mess (Are you dumb?) [Verse 4: Dusty Locane] Yo, Jay Dee, a couple niggas talkin' crazy How they figured we strapped like the navy? Just remember, the fame ain't changed me Rich from the crip or the set? Rookie in the game but I'm movin' like a vet' Stelly gon' clean up the mess Apes on the loose so you know we ain't aimin' for legs It's my intent to put that boy to rest Point at his head, give a fuck 'bout a vest He duckin' the gang, ain't catchin' no wreck Candle on a mission, you know what come next Came here for less, my niggas ain't average Feva gang post up on the Clocc with unlimited chops, you wouldn't imagine Baby, 'Cane gon' let off the 'matic [Verse 5: 3Kizzy] Don't ask 'bout the five 'cause it's classified You get shot down if you not one of mine One way in and it's live or die Call up Sleep and now he gettin' televised When it come to the 'rips My niggas, they breakin' the rules Take [?] top out it's silver Done got my Apes on the loose Roll wit' the rush or get crushed Caught me a opp, got left in the mud Hop out the V, then dump If he said that he shine, I'm leavin' him slumped By that belt, ready to clutch Rock different, showin' no love And my fives don't play one on ones Hollow tips cremate him like the sun