Cross Em Aht lyrics

[Chorus]
Cross 'em out, I want 'em dead
If we can't get to him, we gon' get his mans
You know it ain't nothin' scratch that serial off that Gen
I don't even gotta rock out with this Glock (Rock that sh*t out HARI)
I rock out with my twins
And lil' b*tch I ain't mobile, you better come get this za, tap in
That za gettin' high as f*ck, my prices going up by like ten
That lil' hoe said she gonna make her life right, I'm like "b*tch, when?"
Who the f*ck pullin' on my street with their lights bright?
Box that b*tch in

[Verse]
Can't change, my love for all my dawgs, you know we all locked in
I don't fear no man but God, you know I'm sorry for all my sins
And when we slide through all the opps block, you know we tint
Can't see inside this b*tch
Slidin' down 1-38, you know this sh*t get tragic, b*tch
38 special, got my hoodiе on like Trayvon, b*tch
I'll never lеave my dawg, I'll never change up on my clique
You must be stupid as f*ck, you know this switch gon' hit some sh*t
Walk down sh*t up in the night, grab my mask and grab my pipe
I might have to take your life
Gen 4 and micro Draco, just might have to make it right
Spin your block at night, tuck them n*ggas in the bed tight
Vacuum seal the za, box them b*tches, put them on a flight
Huh, I put this on the guys
You cannot walk inside the trap if you don't got no money or no fire
I was smokin' on the wham, the other day I was really gettin' high
If I ain't with Lil Trip, I'm with Lil Tye, G-Lock when we ride
All black when we slide, pull up then we ride
Me and Lil' Tye 'bout thirty deep
Pull up on a n*gga block, wet it up, you know they hidin', huh
n*gga won't pop outside, I'm just tryna catch one of his lil' guys
Know sh*t get wicked in South, 'bout last summer thirty n*ggas died
f*ck it, I might up the score, my partner on the run like Harriet Tubman
Got the trap jumpin' like Jumpman
Got a rubber band on the Glock and it slap n*ggas like your husband
And all the opps they really hoes, you know them n*ggas be bluffin'
f*ck that hoe, I ain't doin' no cuffin'
Pull up wide body coupe, sh*t sound like a monster
Drop off the load like I was dumpster
f*ck-hoe tryna set me up, you know I ain't going
You know a young n*gga don't trust her
di*k all in his b*tch, you know he mad
You know that n*gga a buster
[Chorus]
Cross 'em out, I want 'em dead
If we can't get to him, we gon' get his mans
You know it ain't nothin', scratch that serial off that Benz
I don't even gotta rock out with this Glock
I rock out with my twins
And lil' b*tch I ain't mobile, you better come get this za, tap in
That za gettin' high as f*ck, my prices going up by like ten
That lil' hoe said she gonna make her life right, I'm like "b*tch, when?"
Who the f*ck pullin' on my street with their lights bright?
Box that b*tch in