CROPT lyrics

[Intro]
*Dog barking*
E-Eighty-three

[Verse 1: 83hades]
Pull up with 'Yac, b*tch we bringing the mob
I don't wanna fight I got Margiela's on
He talkin' down now he feeling fine, f*ck
pus*y lil' boy you get cropt, f*ck
If I'm with the squad then I'm glocked up
B-b*tch I'm an alien grippin' the choppa
I neutered that boy and turned him into pasta
I'm smoking on gas like a muhf*ckin' rasta
I don't wanna swing, what the f*ck do I look like?
I pressure your skull in the blunt, I can't think twice
RVR3 in this b*tch and I'm posted with Crow Life
You say that sh*t in yo' song, but when you get cut you got no ice
You tell the gang and we turned you a no-life
Christ, I'ma make them all feel my knife
I come down we gon' be alright
A-Ain't feeling right
Muhf*cka try me that'll be his life
I-I fiеnd in the night, I fiend just right
Slide down to his crib just to feed his wifе
I'm in a all black Benz, but I'm sniffin' white
Turn his ass to a poltergeist
Big Glocks b*tch I'm totin' pipes
Who wanna fall tonight?
We don't leave 'til the grip is tight
Kill 'em all, leave 'em dead in spite
[Verse 2: Zotiyac]
Ayy, Zoti-I-Holy I came with that swag
Whoop so much ass start to feel like a dad
Mow that boy down and then call him a cab
I shoot so much they start callin' me cap (b*tch)
f*ck n*ggas mad want me to get louder
But I'm a shooter lil' b*tch not a shouter (Ayy)
And the lil' choppas up top, Austin Powers
Two twin Glocks knockin' sh*t down like the towers (Bah-bah-bah)
Swear that lil' b*tch is a hazard, ayy
You n*ggas rookies you never been minute men (Ayy)
So you n*ggas pus*y until further notice, until proven innocent
.30 this clip what I'm holding
He keep on postin' then get put on a penitent
I put a f*ck n*gga under the sediment
Later on, I'ma be sending a friend for him