CROSS YOUR T'S (feat. JB)

(Huh, Cross your t's, Cross your t's, Cross your t's, Cross your t's, huh)

[Verse 1] fredoxd

Better dot your i's, better cross your t's

Brodie not us, put a 5 on me

I'm killing my plagiarist, I'm off a bean

It's nothing important, like sugar, I'm sweet

No debris on my mamba, I'm keeping it clean

I'd lash out here, I'll go off two beans

Big crash out, I'll do it like Caesar

Almost done gave her a rock on her finger

Shit, I nailed this song, Teezo

Go over shit that I taught her, teeter

She don't really fuck with the vision

So I went ahead and just slaughtered the creature

A pen and a paper, the mind of a killer

I pray to the devil that God isn't with her

I'm playing a character, do not forget it

I wrote this line for the easy offended, come on (Shit!)

[Chorus] JB, fredoxd, JB & fredoxd

Don't even play with me, dot your i's, cross your t's

Don't even play with me, dot your i's, cross your t's (Yeah)

Don't even, dot your i's (Hahaha)

Don't even play with me, dot your i's, cross your t's (Don't even play with her, don't even play with her, Dont)

Don't even play with me, dot your i's, cross your t's

Don't even play with me, dot your i's, cross your t's

Dot your i's, cross your t's (Don't, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Dot your i's, cross your t's (Don't, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Dot your i's, cross your t's (Don't, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Tees, Tees, tees, tees Don't (No Pressure!)

[Verse 2] fredoxd

But your daughter ain't coming back home (No pressure)

Don't cry, need to stay in my zone (No pressure)

Don't worry, got the burial (No pressure)

I'll give you the lo, it's embarrassing

Only crew-ski I fuck with, shout-out Young Sasha

Give me Pum-Pum, put a gun in your vagina

Shoot it inside, do you like the rigor mortis

Balmain pain, now you know you can't afford this

Gaining few pounds like I'm handling pesos

I got a secret that nobody nasal

No RSVP, I came unannounced

Industry hate that I came up from nouns

Uh, Galile Body-bag stiff like medusa

Step on a bug with my shiny new boosters

Close your eyes, Cross your nooses

Kicking the chair, then die like a loser

[Verse 3] fredoxd

Wanna do it like me, but a buddy don't got it

Stay in your lane, let me see your resided

Our mecca is contrary, Gold from Midas

Take one step in my booth, we fightin'

Go ahead, maintain your hoe

Hand her a band, and then go to the store

Tired of seeing the hate on my bro

I really just drop some cash on the floor

Hit him with his own skateboard, for sure

Stop by to Cali, when I'm on that tour

Skip all these half-headed, two-facing bitches

I'm really the man with the power to soar

I been had beliefs, Fam that deceased

Shout-out my aunt, she saw it in me

Shout-out my partner, she really Bo Peep

Foam Runner Music, this more than a cleat, bitch

I don't really stick with the Double Entendres

I know it blows, but they killed Osama

Separate me from the people, K-Lama

Big red steppers, and the mane of Mufasa

Keep it a buck with the geek

This flow is tasty, Bon Appétit

Lost me a stunner, cause I am so greed

I'm finna reap, what I sow, eeh

So how about now, you dot your i's, and Cross your t's, I won't go easy

Crazy how falling in love was the reason, of all of this death and deceasing

You putting the pieces together, I'm doing no better

We no longer spinning, we slowing the tempo

I'm fine with the fact that we killing our brethren

None of us settled in, Never a settlement

It's all better, said no one ever

I raise my hand, they saying I'm Hitler

It's all superstition, a blur in your vision

I'm cooking up lyrics, I'm banned from the kitchen

I touch on a topic, you claim that I'm bitchin'

I wish on a star, for you to just lock in

Taking the money we put in our pockets

We should've listened to Greta, shocking

Aye, aye, aye, yeah, one, one, one, like one