F*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Uh, we be in your crib, nigga
Pull an extra icy with a cig in my bands, nigga
Nigga know my finger getting itchy, it's just pulled trigger
And I'm getting bands, so you know just how I pull figures
These niggas keep on talking, so you know I pull up on real killers
My life is like a void, so them diamonds be the real fillers
All this goddamn guap on me, bitch, I can buy up on them real villas
Call me Michael Jackson, cause you know I make some real thrillers
You know I make them real threats, catch the opp that been next
We spin around the block, and we leave the opps in annex
They talk about that dumb shit, pull up with that full clip
Pull up with guerillas, cause you know they on that ape shit
Pop, pop, pop up with guerillas, cause they know I'm not on dumb shit
All these niggas mad, cause they fits all from the junction
Instagram hoes wanna f*ck, I'm at the function
Tell that hoe to leave, I don't need no introduction
Shout out P8 for this beat, that shit a master production
My white bitch just call me nigga, and she need some repercussions
Switch up on the flow, but you know I'm not a snitch
Switch up on the Glock, so you know to choppa hit
I ain't certified, but you know I'm still legit
Cause they f*ckin' with the kid, they just makin' all these hits
Bitch, I dig your grave, cause I put you in a pit
Put you in that pit when I came up with the clip
Came up with the clip, and you know I'm finna hit
And you know I'm finna ride on that motherf*ckin' strip
She said, lemme take a trip, I'm from Boston, nigga, lemme f*cking hit
Got a benz as a whip, nigga, know we do this shit
I'm at her crib, she like, what you doin', I told her to unzip
Now she holdin' up her hair when she suckin' on the tip
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Uh, we be in your crib, nigga
Pull an extra icy with a cig in my bands, nigga
Nigga know my finger getting itchy, it's just pulled trigger
And I'm getting bands, so you know just how I pull figures
These niggas keep on talking, so you know I pull up on real killers
My life is like a void, so them diamonds be the real fillers
All this goddamn guap on me, bitch, I can buy up on them real villas
Call me Michael Jackson, cause you know I make some real thrillers
ZAYEKO! - CRIB (feat. loverboy) Lyrics
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F*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Uh, we be in your crib, nigga
Pull an extra icy with a cig in my bands, nigga
Nigga know my finger getting itchy, it's just pulled trigger
And I'm getting bands, so you know just how I pull figures
These niggas keep on talking, so you know I pull up on real killers
My life is like a void, so them diamonds be the real fillers
All this goddamn guap on me, bitch, I can buy up on them real villas
Call me Michael Jackson, cause you know I make some real thrillers
You know I make them real threats, catch the opp that been next
We spin around the block, and we leave the opps in annex
They talk about that dumb shit, pull up with that full clip
Pull up with guerillas, cause you know they on that ape shit
Pop, pop, pop up with guerillas, cause they know I'm not on dumb shit
All these niggas mad, cause they fits all from the junction
Instagram hoes wanna f*ck, I'm at the function
Tell that hoe to leave, I don't need no introduction
Shout out P8 for this beat, that shit a master production
My white bitch just call me nigga, and she need some repercussions
Switch up on the flow, but you know I'm not a snitch
Switch up on the Glock, so you know to choppa hit
I ain't certified, but you know I'm still legit
Cause they f*ckin' with the kid, they just makin' all these hits
Bitch, I dig your grave, cause I put you in a pit
Put you in that pit when I came up with the clip
Came up with the clip, and you know I'm finna hit
And you know I'm finna ride on that motherf*ckin' strip
She said, lemme take a trip, I'm from Boston, nigga, lemme f*cking hit
Got a benz as a whip, nigga, know we do this shit
I'm at her crib, she like, what you doin', I told her to unzip
Now she holdin' up her hair when she suckin' on the tip
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Uh, we be in your crib, nigga
Pull an extra icy with a cig in my bands, nigga
Nigga know my finger getting itchy, it's just pulled trigger
And I'm getting bands, so you know just how I pull figures
These niggas keep on talking, so you know I pull up on real killers
My life is like a void, so them diamonds be the real fillers
All this goddamn guap on me, bitch, I can buy up on them real villas
Call me Michael Jackson, cause you know I make some real thrillers
Uh, we be in your crib, nigga
Pull an extra icy with a cig in my bands, nigga
Nigga know my finger getting itchy, it's just pulled trigger
And I'm getting bands, so you know just how I pull figures
These niggas keep on talking, so you know I pull up on real killers
My life is like a void, so them diamonds be the real fillers
All this goddamn guap on me, bitch, I can buy up on them real villas
Call me Michael Jackson, cause you know I make some real thrillers
You know I make them real threats, catch the opp that been next
We spin around the block, and we leave the opps in annex
They talk about that dumb shit, pull up with that full clip
Pull up with guerillas, cause you know they on that ape shit
Pop, pop, pop up with guerillas, cause they know I'm not on dumb shit
All these niggas mad, cause they fits all from the junction
Instagram hoes wanna f*ck, I'm at the function
Tell that hoe to leave, I don't need no introduction
Shout out P8 for this beat, that shit a master production
My white bitch just call me nigga, and she need some repercussions
Switch up on the flow, but you know I'm not a snitch
Switch up on the Glock, so you know to choppa hit
I ain't certified, but you know I'm still legit
Cause they f*ckin' with the kid, they just makin' all these hits
Bitch, I dig your grave, cause I put you in a pit
Put you in that pit when I came up with the clip
Came up with the clip, and you know I'm finna hit
And you know I'm finna ride on that motherf*ckin' strip
She said, lemme take a trip, I'm from Boston, nigga, lemme f*cking hit
Got a benz as a whip, nigga, know we do this shit
I'm at her crib, she like, what you doin', I told her to unzip
Now she holdin' up her hair when she suckin' on the tip
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Uh, we be in your crib, nigga
Pull an extra icy with a cig in my bands, nigga
Nigga know my finger getting itchy, it's just pulled trigger
And I'm getting bands, so you know just how I pull figures
These niggas keep on talking, so you know I pull up on real killers
My life is like a void, so them diamonds be the real fillers
All this goddamn guap on me, bitch, I can buy up on them real villas
Call me Michael Jackson, cause you know I make some real thrillers
Writer: Frank Barieri, Isaiah Alexander
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid