Lyrics

[Intro] On Crip (Goddamn it, Dupri) Uh, uh [Chorus] T-top, see a nigga blowin' in the wind G-body brought a homie baby, bring a friend, uh What I spent on this, I could've went and bought a Benz Forgiato rims with the six inch lip Paid a band for the strap but it came with a switch I'm a trophy guy to keep it on me, bro, I can't slip By my doler, even with the homies, uppin' off the hip A nigga on what? On Crip [Verse] Uh, know I'm slidin' Forgiatos when you see me Big guns like a Grand Theft Auto cheat sheet Big funds all up in my Google spreadsheets That's probably why your bitch all up in my bedsheets Uh, all the face tats ain't scare me Put the city on my back, I know they hear me Take a trip to Walmart, I'm tryna sell some Ps Think it's rap, look at that, another thirty Gs You think it's rap, Cutthroat worth a hundred ki's Nigga pull up to the store, uh Yeah, I got a lot, but I'm tryna get somе more You niggas talk a lot when it's money on thе floor, uh Big Cutthroat, I know you heard of me Clap him up, boy need surgery Niggas started off with T-Mobile burglaries Back then, swear that bitch was curvin' me Now that same bitch callin' me urgently, on Crip [Chorus] T-top, see a nigga blowin' in the wind G-body brought a homie baby, bring a friend, uh What I spent on this, I could've went and bought a Benz Forgiato rims with the six inch lip Paid a band for the strap but it came with a switch I'm a trophy guy to keep it on me, bro, I can't slip By my doler, even with the homies, uppin' off the hip A nigga on what? On Crip [Outro] On Crip