Criminals & Locs

(Exclusive heat)

(Run that back, West)

Hear 'em creepin' through the back, I shut the door

I be slidin' 'round with criminals and Locs (In a Range)

He was speakin' 'pon the homie and got poked

Got it tatted on my face, can ask my bro (Gang)

Why you talkin' 'bout that skit you ain't went on?

When they started askin' questions, we looked clueless

I don't know why you talked about some shit you had nothin' to do with

I don't worry 'bout an opp 'cause I got bullets

If it's up, then it's up to the fullest

Hit they block, got away, we got lucky

Give me all you got if you love me

Is you gon' really be there with me or fake love me?

I don't know who really hear me, so I got thirty

The homie went off for some shit, they gave him thirty

The homie went off for some shit, they gave him all day

Caught that boy out of bounds, hit him broad day

I don't know about y'all, but I'm hood trophy

He was poppin' all them Percs and then he OD'd

All I need is my rep, I don't gotta come gang deep

I don't why they say I changed, I'm the same me

All them chips that he took like I was touring

Me and Duke was fourteen sliding in foreigns

I used to like to slide a lot, but it got boring

Hit your bitch, gave her back 'cause she got boring

Hear 'em creepin' through the back, I shut the door

I be slidin' 'round with criminals and Locs (In a Range)

He was speakin' 'pon the homie and got poked

Got it tatted on my face, can ask my bro (Gang)

Why you talkin' 'bout that skit you ain't went on?

When they started askin' questions, we looked clueless

I don't know why you talked about some shit you had nothin' to do with

I don't worry 'bout an opp 'cause I got bullets (Gang)

(Run that back, West)