Criss Cross

J-J-Jester made this Easy a million Strapped up in a zoobie Your homie he turned to a pack, he up in that zoot Swear that we clutchin', my niggas, they bussin' them bullets They comin' straight out of that roof Push-bikes and dingers We hangin' it off of the ped, hop out and shoot You know it's a mission, we dodgin' these piggys They watchin' the way, that we move Watch the way that I lick shots G-Wing or that C-Wing Slice it up like it's crisscross We in the trap with them big rocks Outta town gettin' trappy Call me Sosa, I flip rocks The Rollie glide, it don't tick-tock Free the guys, they can't stop clocks Feds say we can't talk violence, it's all I know, I'm a driller I didn't make, I didn't make no tunes for a dancer, I make bangers for a killer Fell in love with the 12-gauge ting, but bro fell in love with the six-shot spinner Go halves on a paigon, dish, if I catch him bro, finish him for dinner I can count what's left of the gang with my hands But it's calm, cah we still catch bodies Bro doin'-bro doin' normal stabbings Push all the way, man, do that properly Bang, bang-bang like Rocky Slide like hockey, I make man, shocky Only had one bell in the chamber And made man's head b- s- like noddy Provide me a drop I'll load it up and make this steel beat like Banglez Any estate bro's got an angle I'll fly out the ride tryna show man angles Catch him, grab him, swipe his ankles Holes in and out mans top Two hands on his neck like a man got strangled Tryna hold back that blood, what a shambles Strapped up in a zoobie Your homie he turned to a pack, he up in that zoot Swear that we clutchin', my niggas, they bussin' them bullets They comin' straight out of that roof Push-bikes and dingers We hangin' it off of the ped, hop out and shoot You know it's a mission, we dodgin' these piggys They watchin' the way, that we move Watch the way that I lick shots G-Wing or that C-Wing Slice it up like it's crisscross We in the trap with them big rocks Outta town gettin' trappy Call me Sosa, I flip rocks The Rollie glide, it don't tick-tock Free the guys, they can't stop clocks I wish man try run up on me Like I run up in yards for the grub and P's OT, my ching-ching so bleaky I was in the T with a WAP on me How many men want me dead? Like 50 Pop Smoke, I got it on me My solicitor's telling me, "Lay low" The opps would love if they hear, "Free me" Drills get-drills get done on the mains They, baby, don't want none of that fame Do a drill, bake off, all habibtis Smile on my face, like, "How was your day?" How many times did I change my number every time I use me a gun or blade? And more time, I got it on me I'd have to be fried, if I hopped out bait Wait, pissed, cah they seen my face And every time they olympic race And I don't know nuttin' 'bout runnin' I was on my ten toes up on estates Bait, slave only for Allah, django All the feds wanna see me caged, then Then, the day they free Chubz and gang-gang That's the last of the stress on my plate Strapped up in a zoobie Your homie he turned to a pack, he up in that zoot Swear that we clutchin', my niggas, they bussin' them bullets They comin' straight out of that roof Push-bikes and dingers We hangin' it off of the ped, hop out and shoot You know it's a mission, we dodgin' these piggys They watchin' the way, that we move Watch the way that I lick shots G-Wing or that C-Wing Slice it up like it's crisscross (crisscross) We in the trap with them big rocks Outta town gettin' trappy Call me Sosa, I flip rocks The Rollie glide, it don't tick-tock Free the guys, they can't stop clocks J-J-Jester made this