Crime Stoppers

Lyrics
[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) HME, FOD, nigga (Funk or Die) Free Los, nigga [Verse 1] I be feelin' like the greatest Hood nigga, made it off the block like I made it (I'm up now) Fuck a peace treaty, we gon' hit your block and K it Man, that lil' shit ain't nothin', I done spent a dub in Vegas (That ain't nothin') Free my nigga Los, he'll dump, real dangerous (Free Los) I tell him go and get him, he gon' leave a nigga danglin' (He outta here) My watch white gold, I ain't never rock no stainless Reachin' for my chain, I'ma leave a nigga brainless Run it up, get the bag, fuck it up (Fuck it up) My nigga pulled up with a pint, I told him pour me up (Pour me up) Niggas hatе that I'm winnin', tryna slow me up (Haters) You niggas followin' a bitch, tryna hold some nuts (Dick ridеrs) You niggas copy Seen cuz get a hundred bands off of Roxys Bad bitch, I don't know her name, but she mop me First time I ever seen a rock was with my auntie (With my auntie) Real trap nigga, I done made it out the kitchen How you hatin' 'cause I'm paid? Lil' nigga, that's a sickness I'll whack a nigga, give a fuck about forgiveness Your bitch seen it all, whack her too, no witness (She outta here) [Chorus] You niggas Crime Stoppers Niggas stalkin' on my page, you niggas crime watchers Police lurkin' through the hood, you niggas dime droppers 7.62, that's a mind stopper [Verse 2] Nigga, get racks, put it up, let that shit stack Nigga disrespect me, no hesi', push his shit back (Bah) How the fuck he take your chain, he in a shitbag? (Like what the fuck?) I would've took that nigga life with your bitch ass (You a mark) Let me see you buy a crib with your rich ass Heard them niggas want you out the hood with your snitch ass (You tellin') I'm a hardbody, I ain't never threw no white flag Me and Poodha servin' broad day in a white Jag' (Free Poodha) Man, shit crazy All these false stories, man, this shit startin' to amaze me Lil' Trey fiendin' with the fifty, goin' crazy Real Hayes member, I been bangin' since a baby It ain't stoppin', nigga, what you coppin'? Had to make our own way 'cause we ain't really have no option Nigga, this a Glock on me, I ain't finna do no boxing Me and Naya crazy, I just love her 'cause we toxic (That's my baby) Nigga, where the profit? All this money in my pocket, I can't fold it like a wallet Real gutter nigga to the core, keep it solid I be high as the fuck, man, I should've been a pilot Man, I put this shit together, why the fuck I need a stylist? Man, don't even call my phone if you ain't talkin' 'bout some dollars Man, they know me up in Neimans, you be shoppin' out of Fallas Designer on my feet, it's McQueen on the collar Do we got a problem? Nigga, I'll solve it You ain't thinkin' with your head, I'ma fuck around and off it Nigga, I'm a lean junkie, I'll fuck around and cough it I'ma kick it high speed before I ever had to toss it (Skrrt)
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