Kriminal Minds lyrics

[Intro]
I be hollerin' "bling blaow"
He bootin' up, he making scenes now

[Chorus]
Hold up, wait a minute
Thought I was finished
My Glock clip came extended, come get some inches
20 diamonds permanent, just ask the dentist
I'm f*cking 'round with Kermit, he said he crippin'
I told him leap, like he a frog, I knock them all down
This glizzy holding 50, stick hold 100 rounds
That's double D them titties and they go all out
I'm f*cking with forensics, oh that's that .40 Cal

[Verse 1]
Stop the jit, they can't stop me
They tryna copy now
I fell off, where the cliff at?
Guess I done tumbled down
I'm rich now with a big sack, you better not fumble around
Maybelline, he got makeup on, that boy a f*ckin' clown
Pin her down, then I di*k her down, then I get from 'round
f*ck around with the f*ck around, you gon' get f*cked around
Play pus*y, get f*cked now
n*ggas clickin' up, making teams now
While my young n*ggas brought beams out
n*ggas bootin' up, making scenes now
Boot down, n*gga
Shoot 'round, n*gga
Shoot now, n*gga
Get from 'round, n*gga
Make him move 'round, n*gga
I don't f*ck 'round with him
You ain't my dawg, you his homie
And I don't f*ck with you, n*gga
f*ck both of y'all, matter-of-fact, all y'all
We gon' go to war with you
Back on the wall, but I'm standing tall, only 5'9, n*gga
Take something from who?
n*gga, take something from what?
Come and try my n*gga
Straight headshots, but never mind that
We hit straight my n*gga
f*ck her one time and I won't double back
You get once with this pickle
She a 'lil gnat, I hit from the back, then pass to my n*gga
Run up that sack and never look back, but go back to my trenches
The hood on my back, the 4th by the back, they know where we at
Short stop in the trap, we make some sh*t clap
Go refund your 'lil sack
I done named the Tommy gun, Hilfiger
I don't wanna deal with you
I done rocked shows and killed n*ggas
It's blood, when I step in 'em
I'm talkin' Christian Loub's, not kill n*ggas
For the Feds, I done broke it down to you
If it's smoke, keep 100 rounds with you
I'm in the city now, I brung the town with me
[Chorus]
Hold up, wait a minute
Thought I was finished
My Glock clip came extended, come get some inches
20 diamonds permanent, just ask the dentist
I'm f*cking 'round with Kermit, he said he crippin'
I told him leap like he a frog, I knock them all down
This glizzy holding 50, stick hold 100 rounds
That's double D them titties and they go all out
I'm f*cking with forensics, oh that's that .40 Cal

[Verse 2]
40-piece drum, like you ordered something at WingHouse
Your brother and them on nothin'
When it's smoke, we want the top guy
I used to rap for fun, but all my fun done got me funds now
Don't give a f*ck how many guns you got, you better empty them b*tches out
She done got 21 in that .45, that won't miss a shot
Do it off the love, I don't drop no bag, them boys is 60'd out
I'm still buckin' the dumb way and plus I'm Bibby'd out
Thought beef only occurred in your place, boy we gon' come about

[Chorus]
Hold up, wait a minute
Thought I was finished
My Glock clip came extended, come get some inches
20 diamonds permanent, just ask the dentist
I'm f*cking 'round with Kermit, he said he crippin'
I told him leap, like he a frog, I knock them all down
This glizzy holding 50, stick hold 100 rounds
That's double D them titties and they go all out
I'm f*cking with forensics, oh that's that .40 Cal