Crystal Controls lyrics

[Intro: Nym Lo]
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Statik Selektah

[Chorus: Nym Lo]
In and out the projects, money in and out my pockets
Judges fillin' up they dockets, foreign car I love to drop it
Crystal controls, that's in the c*ckpit
Money over b*tches, mob sh*t
In and out the projects, money in and out my pockets
Judges fillin' up they dockets, foreign car I love to drop it (Foreign cars)
Crystal controls, that's in the c*ckpit
Money over b*tches, mob sh*t

[Verse 1: Nym Lo]
Feelin' like Tony Soprano avoidin' pianos (Why?)
'Cause the boss never tossed the keys (Ha)
Forty bands in my dungarees
Big truck when I pull up like a Hummer V
Duckin' D's, brother please
She tryna get ahead, so she suckin' the seed
I'm tryna get some head 'cause f*ckin' with me
That's how she gon' f*ckin' succeed
We been stuck in the P's, I got twenty off that hunnid a B (Facts)
And we called the park the dust head, middle finger f*ck feds
You tried to get some money on my side, then we gon' bump heads
Numbers that we did was astronomical, numbers that y'all did was comical
Presidential, I brought Obama through
Bussin' the wristes got me f*ckin' ya b*tches (Bling)
Felt like coach was too small, we was stuck in the trenches
What's up with these n*ggas? They front then it's up with these n*ggas (Brr)
Pour out Henny, tilt the cups for these n*ggas, Lo
[Chorus: Nym Lo & Rome Streetz]
In and out the projects, money in and out my pockets
Judges fillin' up they dockets, foreign car I love to drop it
Crystal controls, that's in the c*ckpit
Money over b*tches, mob sh*t
In and out the projects, money in and out my pockets
Judges fillin' up they dockets, foreign car I love to drop it
Crystal controls, that's in the c*ckpit
Money over b*tches, mob sh*t (A-yo)

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Fly, obnoxious middle finger to the coppers
If it's up to me, you say ''Judge, suck my di*k'' on the docket (Suck my di*k, n*gga)
The object is full of whole safe up with the profit (Uh-huh)
And not get knocked in the process
I used a razor to chop little pieces of rock and put it on the scale top (Word)
Got a couple hunnid grams out my mailbox (I did)
Foreign off the lot, lucky lefty, southpaw unorthodoxed
Right palm holdin' the firearm, lettin' off the shot (Bra-bra)
I'm Burberry to the floor, but I been had stripes before
Sold everything that I bagged up and copped twice as more
On the flip side I been nice, that's why these whores all recite my scores (Uh-huh)
Everything I drop been raw like Bolivian snort
No key for the ignition, press a button, I pull off (Skrrt)
All you n*ggas lost, your sh*t sound forced, ya songs get fast forward (You n*ggas trash)
My songs come on, they smash they head on the dashboard
Cold hard cash is what we trap for, n*gga
[Chorus: Nym Lo]
In and out the projects, money in and out my pockets
Judges fillin' up they dockets, foreign car I love to drop it
Crystal controls, that's in the c*ckpit
Money over b*tches, mob sh*t
In and out the projects, money in and out my pockets
Judges fillin' up they dockets, foreign car I love to drop it
Crystal controls, that's in the c*ckpit
Money over b*tches, mob sh*t