Crown Vic Boys

Lyrics
[Intro] Real talk Yeah (ABM be goin' crazy) Real talk, A-B-M Goddamn [Verse] I'm in the hoodie, the strings in back of the hoodie, it gotta be Rick She gotta be drunk, she hittin' my phone, can I get her from Sips? Can't say that I hit 'em all, but most of these broads, you know that I hit They gon' say I'm in the wrong, and it's cause of me they not on the ship Why they ain't at the shows, they ain't on the stage, they ain't in the pics I don't got passes, don't got no pics, you not on the list I'm touchin' the masses, put on ya' glasses, nigga I'm rich Check out the fabric, I'm in Bottega, I'm having a fit Niggas be dickridin' other niggas to get lit, they gon' ask for a pic You better watch the words that come out ya' lip, these niggas'll trip Know that it's light at the end of the tunnel but I couldn't see where it went 90 percent of the time, nobody gon' rumble, you gonna get bent 90 percent of the time, I was keepin' it humble, it ain't mean shit They never notice until I got focused, and I had to get up my chips Fuck that advice and fuck all the tips, if you never been where I been First day of school, I'm buggin' my man, I'm asking can I hold his Timbs Been on this shit since niggas was Crown Vic Boys, and they had the rims (Wait) Still on this shit but I had lost some of my boys, like where is my friends? Feelin' this shit, and I'm boutta catch me a nod, I'm off of them tens Real as it gets, and I always stay on my job, I'm gon' get the win Top of the morning, I'm sayin' my prayers then I'm boutta' go to the gym Needa' make sure we all aware, I'm him, a nigga a gem I went through the garbage, nigga was starvin', nigga was slim And this was my call, and I started ballin' off of my pen I'm back on drugs again, losin' my love again Losin' the people I love again, won't ever hug again Came in clutch, I stood on my two And they know that he ain't gon' budge Whole block know what I'm on if niggas is drawn', I ain't gon' run Shit got borin', I don't wanna do it, I feel like it ain't no fun Feel like it ain't no point, I'm way too smart but playin' it dumb They all had a loaf, they ain't give a slice, they gave me the crumbs Stripper, she look like Dej Loaf, fuck it, I gave her ones Fuck it, I gave my life, I gave my heart, I gave a ton She told me order her wings, but she want the flats and not the drums Gwanie, I'm doin' my thing, the shit that I'm doin', it never was done And if it was did, I'm right on my block, I'm right in the slums She started chewin' me like I was gum, doing the shit with her tongue Takin' this shit how it is, takin' this shit how it come Feel like you niggas is kids, feel like you niggas is chumps These bitches didn't eat, we right at the Winston, she tryn' hump Court seat right at the game, it's me and stank, and we Danny the Rumph FaceTime, she lookin' cutesy, I told her "Okay, I'll take you to lunch" She textin' me like, "Hey, booski, I need a dime for my storefront" (What!) Gotta be pullin' a stunt (What), gotta be losin' her mind (What), gotta think that I'ma munch She said she gon' put the mouth to work, cause it was that time of the month Don't even know why I popped a perc, but nigga I'm rollin' a blunt Said that she boutta leave out for work, and she gonna get off at 1 Told her to "hit me as soon as you get off", I got some shit I could get off A lot of execs and janky promoters, they lookin' for kids to rip off It was way too many niggas that hopped on my dick, I had told them to get off You can see it in my eyes, I ain't tellin' lies, nigga, Ima' tip off They said never bite the hand that feed you, gut look at my hand, it's bit off Sorry the plans had changed, I went and got me and my mans some Chang's Know that I'm ahead of the game and I made a vow that I never would change Tried to put smut on my name but that didn't work, man, you niggas is lame We never was bros, we never was kin, we never was gang I thought we was friends, and that's how I felt, but you ain't feel the same I'm passin' out umbrellas so you would never ever feel the rain I was goin' through so much shit in my past, I couldn't explain I couldn't picture it, now I can picture it, it's in the frame Nigga I'm takin' it in, and I'm dishin' it out, and it's all the same Soon as they see that you winnin', these niggas wanna pause the game You ain't in my league dog, I need a statue, I'm in the hall of fame
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Credits
- Writers
- Kur
- Samahd Laury