Cross Em Aht

Cross 'em out, I want 'em dead

If we can't get to him, we gon' get his mans

You know it ain't nothin' scratch that serial off that Gen

I don't even gotta rock out with this Glock (Rock that shit out HARI)

I rock out with my twins

And lil' bitch I ain't mobile, you better come get this za, tap in

That za gettin' high as fuck, my prices going up by like ten

That lil' hoe said she gonna make her life right, I'm like "Bitch, when?"

Who the fuck pullin' on my street with their lights bright?

Box that bitch in

Can't change, my love for all my dawgs, you know we all locked in

I don't fear no man but God, you know I'm sorry for all my sins

And when we slide through all the opps block, you know we tint

Can't see inside this bitch

Slidin' down 1-38, you know this shit get tragic, bitch

38 special, got my hoodie on like Trayvon, bitch

I'll never leave my dawg, I'll never change up on my clique

You must be stupid as fuck, you know this switch gon' hit some shit

Walk down shit up in the night, grab my mask and grab my pipe

I might have to take your life

Gen 4 and micro Draco, just might have to make it right

Spin your block at night, tuck them **** in the bed tight

Vacuum seal the za, box them bitches, put them on a flight

Huh, I put this on the guys

You cannot walk inside the trap if you don't got no money or no fire

I was smokin' on the wham, the other day I was really gettin' high

If I ain't with Lil Trip, I'm with Lil Tye, G-Lock when we ride

All black when we slide, pull up then we ride

Me and Lil' Tye 'bout thirty deep

Pull up on a **** block, wet it up, you know they hidin', huh

**** won't pop outside, I'm just tryna catch one of his lil' guys

Know shit get wicked in South, 'bout last summer thirty **** died

Fuck it, I might up the score, my partner on the run like Harriet Tubman

Got the trap jumpin' like Jumpman

Got a rubber band on the Glock and it slap **** like your husband

And all the opps they really hoes, you know them **** be bluffin'

Fuck that hoe, I ain't doin' no cuffin'

Pull up wide body coupe, shit sound like a monster

Drop off the load like I was dumpster

Fuck-hoe tryna set me up, you know I ain't going

You know a young **** don't trust her

Dick all in his bitch, you know he mad

You know that **** a buster

Cross 'em out, I want 'em dead

If we can't get to him, we gon' get his mans

You know it ain't nothin', scratch that serial off that Benz

I don't even gotta rock out with this Glock

I rock out with my twins

And lil' bitch I ain't mobile, you better come get this za, tap in

That za gettin' high as fuck, my prices going up by like ten

That lil' hoe said she gonna make her life right, I'm like "Bitch, when?"

Who the fuck pullin' on my street with their lights bright?

Box that bitch in