Bob Waist - the crew (feat. Dinero Zay) Lyrics

Mhm, yeah, aye

Young Waist, got the sauce, got the juice, ay, yeah
He can't ever love a bitch, no, not you, nah, nah
I be in the bag, don't you bust it, move, yeah, yeah
Your girl hit my line, like hey, what it do?, yeah, yeah
Diamonds on all my wrist, I can't ever love you
I be in the bag, but that's a different discussion
Spent a check, made it back, yeah
F*cked your bitch, broke her back, yeah
Pass her around like assist, WV, that the clique
I got that bitch, she my boo, she gon' f*ck with the crew
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, she gon' f*ck with the crew
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, she gon' f*ck with the crew

Mhm, she gon' mess with the crew

Yeah, she gon' mess with the crew, stacking my hand out, blue
Burberry, my jacket is new, wrist is wet, like a cruise
You cannot compete, me and Waist, we run the streets
We pull out the guns, we make you go "Woah, woah, woah, no, please!"
That trigger you won't squeeze, we know that you too weak
Got your girl in my hands, so you know that she gon' get pleased
How are you gon' compare? You the main one that stare
Cannot trust a soul, 'cause they be snakes, 'round everywhere

Just know she gon' f*ck with the crew

I'm just chillin' with a bad bitch, go get you some money
Boy, stop crying 'bout that ass shit
I was makin' plays now I'm causin' all the havoc
They like "Young Waist, why you causin' all this havoc"
See me in the hands, yeah, I'm all about that action
Roll up in the bitch, still smell like an ounce, shit
And you know it's Young Waist, be servin' the pounds, shit
Aye, word to Kevin, yeah he bigger than the bouncer
Damn, my crew strong, yeah, we kicked out the bouncer
Roll up in the bitch, still smell like an ounce, yeah
And you know it's Young Waist, be servin' the pounds, shit

Aye, word to Kevin, yeah he bigger than the bouncer