CREMATE (Run Outta Lucc) [feat. 3Kizzy]

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

These ****, 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

I can't speak on the sh–, **** might hear

But that **** dead in the air

He tried to run and got hit in the rear

From the 'Ville, not a **** I fear

**** gotta check in wit' the seven

He was a demon, we sent him to heaven

He was down and he switched on the homies (On the gang)

New treesh gon' go for the homies

Hundo Black 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)

Rollies, like, pass me the 'matic (Like, pass me the 'matic)

**** tough on the phone, that ain't static

Like, if you ain't a 'ooter, then pass it (****, please)

Who that be? Top shottas (Top shottas)

Who that is? Big papa (Big papa)

What he on? Rake dropper (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 **** in trouble

Ayo, cig! Where the O's? (Are you dumb?)

Send shots, left a hole in his clothes (Are you dumb?)

Look, in the streets, **** know what I did (No cap)

I been uppin' that since a kid (Boom, boom, boom)

He actin' crazy, I'm pushin' his wig (No cap)

Get low, I ain't doin' the bid (Are you dumb?)

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 (Ayo cig!)

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?)

Yo, Jay Dee, a couple **** 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 **** ain't average

Feva gang post up on the clock with unlimited chops

You wouldn't imagine

Baby, 'Cane gon' let off the 'matic

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 ****, they breakin' the rules

Take Stelly 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