CRIME lyrics

[Intro: Bloodie]
Grrr, glahh
Ahh, ahh
MB, MB (Grrr, ahh)
O's up, never Gz, you heard? (Ahh, look, MB)
(Gor on the track, b*tch)
Look, it's a top opp— (O's up—)
Grrrt, look, ahh

[Chorus]
Y'all gotta stop dissin' my block, what the f*ck?
Like-like, Lotti get put in this blunt
Like spinnin' on feet, bro we don't need a trunk
Don't need a car, eight deep on a bus
Like, I get mad and go take out my anger
Free Banga, Mr. Hop-Out-and-Bang-'em
He seen us on pass when he thought we were strangers
Brodie thought he was geekin'
Word to bro we could've flamed 'em

[Verse]
The Ds be tact' when we spinnin' on feet
Like, get to troopin' but we don't need no V
Like, I get mad cause my drops on a spree
Like, shot after shot, know we cleared out the scene
Like, 8 deep, we was on COE
Like, Ayo Fetty, bro call up Dah B
Ayo, JJ, go call up SB
Like, I could call up the O's or the Sleeze
They hear I'm the Makk, word to bro, they be stuck
Yus keep dissin, his man's in a blunt
He was big EMS but he kept it on the hush
Like, how the Makks gon' put you in the trunk
The S keep dissin, this sh*t got me tight
Ayo Day, Sha, Dyke
I heard it's lit, so we spin on a bike
They dissin on Notti, that sh*t for the hype
Like, Kal G should've ran with the dyke
Catch Day Ryer but we takin his-
Like, ain't gon lie this my second time lit
Like, word to bro I done ran through a brick
They was dissin on Dot, had to get off the bench
Like, Lisa it's hot, put the knocks in her kicks
Lil' Ndot keep dissin, that n*gga a kid
Free Quan out the spot, bro just snatched him a Crip
[Chorus]
Y'all gotta stop dissin' my block, what the f*ck?
Like, like Lotti get put in this blunt
Like spinnin' on feet, bro we don't need a truck
Don't need a car, eight deep on a bus
Like, I get mad and go take out my anger
Free Banga, Mr. Hop-Out-and-Bang-'em
He seen us on pass when he thought we were strangers
Brodie thought he was geekin', word to bro we could've flamed 'em