Pheezy XL - Crowd (feat. Kvng Maco & Guapo.Kir) Lyrics

(Papamitrou Boi)
Uh
XL
Muthaf*cka
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
MACO

Jump in the crowd
That's your hoe, I'm knocking it down
Bands for a show, I'm skipping through towns
This drip cost, get that shit by the pound
She got a top, she's taking it off
After the show, we f*cking that's all
Ball with my niggas, call me John Wall
I live my life, Lil Duval

Maco the hottest, there's no way around it
I like how she pop it, she like how I pound it
Give me some water, drip like a fountain
She a snorter, I will never supporter her

I'm a doctor I'm patiently waiting
Niggas watching like orientation
Ball with my brother like Eli and Peyton
Run up the bands, we finally made it

Uh, XL
Making a living off beats I be killing, revealing the villain every time I speak
Cook the whole village on top of a skillet
I got them on edge cause I'm boutta repeat
Fingered herself to my music, her nails are acrylic, she leaving a mess on the sheets
I was sitting on top of the racks just minding my business, I'm doing me
What I said been done
What I done been said
If you speak up out against me you gon be dead
Never been to the beach, nigga leave em red
Tan line on they head
Red dot on the head, damn
Nine shots you dead, damn
Putting niggas all to rest, damn
Natural causes infect, damn
F*cking a bitch in the head, damn
I don't give a f*ck bout a bitch, damn
Diamonds all over the wrist, damn
Nigga we getting too lit, damn
Nigga we getting too lit

Jump in the crowd
That's your hoe, I'm knocking it down
Bands for a show, I'm skipping through towns
This drip cost, get that shit by the pound
She got a top, she's taking it off
After the show, we f*cking that's all
Ball with my niggas, call me John Wall
I live my life, Lil Duval

Just tryna hop out of Benz, baby
Gucci yeah that be the lens, baby
Tryna f*ck you and your friends, baby
Know I gotta get to the M's, baby
F*cking that bitch to the end, baby
You know I don't care bout ya mans, baby
I gotta get to the bands, baby
You know that I run up the bands, baby
When I got a pack, yeah I light up
Got a lil bitch, yeah she lighter
Matter fact, lil bitch don't fight her
Got a lil bitch, her name Vyta
I'm rocking designer, babe
No I don't f*ck with that Prada babe
F*cking up commas babe
Know that I f*ck up the commas, aye, aye

Jump in the crowd
That's your hoe, I'm knocking it down
Bands for a show, I'm skipping through towns
This drip cost, get that shit by the pound
She got a top, she's taking it off
After the show, we f*cking that's all
Ball with my niggas, call me John Wall
I live my life, Lil Duval