On What? lyrics

[Intro]
On Crip
(Goddamn it, Dupri)
Uh, uh

[Chorus]
T-top, see a n*gga blowin' in the wind
G-body brought a homie baby, bring a friend, uh
What I spent on this, I could've went and bought a Benz
Forgiato rims with the six inch lip
Paid a band for the strap but it came with a switch
I'm a trophy guy to keep it on me, bro, I can't slip
By my doler, even with the homies, uppin' off the hip
A n*gga on what? On Crip

[Verse]
Uh, know I'm slidin' Forgiatos when you see me
Big guns like a Grand Theft Auto cheat sheet
Big funds all up in my Google spreadsheets
That's probably why your b*tch all up in my bedsheets
Uh, all the face tats ain't scare me
Put the city on my back, I know they hear me
Take a trip to Walmart, I'm tryna sell some Ps
Think it's rap, look at that, another thirty Gs
You think it's rap, Cutthroat worth a hundred ki's
n*gga pull up to the store, uh
Yeah, I got a lot, but I'm tryna get somе more
You n*ggas talk a lot when it's money on thе floor, uh
Big Cutthroat, I know you heard of me
Clap him up, boy need surgery
n*ggas started off with T-Mobile burglaries
Back then, swear that b*tch was curvin' me
Now that same b*tch callin' me urgently, on Crip
[Chorus]
T-top, see a n*gga blowin' in the wind
G-body brought a homie baby, bring a friend, uh
What I spent on this, I could've went and bought a Benz
Forgiato rims with the six inch lip
Paid a band for the strap but it came with a switch
I'm a trophy guy to keep it on me, bro, I can't slip
By my doler, even with the homies, uppin' off the hip
A n*gga on what? On Crip

[Outro]
On Crip