Crime Networkz

Woah, woah

Uh-huh

Diablo, dejando la espuma (Ya, so)

Ay, ay, ay (Tú sabe')

You know it's mandeca

We wonderin', how could you hate that? How could you hate me? (How? How?)

How is that possible?

Woah, woah

Look, huh

How could you hate me and not hate you? (Uh-huh)

Paid dues, now I slide around the city in a grey coupe (Ah)

Pink-gold Jesus, my links all glacial (Bing, bing, bing)

To link me, it takes food, nice size, play two

No size-eight shoes (Nope)

Move like Bigfoot or the Loch Ness (Okay)

Rappers sendin' shots, that's nonsense (Okay)

But your bomb threats

Before I networked with Dough, knew how to stretch blow

Could've been summa cum laude, I was ignorant though (Yeah, I was ignorant)

Nowadays, I own a business, can't glorify dumb shit (Nope)

Got me losing touch with plenty people I grew up with

Some targetin' my name, but I just charge it to the game

Regardless, I know the marksman doing bargains for the stain

Saw your car up in my lane, lookin' out of place, swerve, ho

You got a lot of nerve, ho

Can't cuff a wing, let the bird go

Wintertime, flying south where the birds go (Brr)

Everything around me lookin' like Bernice Burgos (Bernice Burgos)

Nice with the words, so I just talk it like I walk it (Yup)

Bit of imagination (Yup), but a lot of this shit is factual (Yup)

Nah, 12 listenin' (Shh), I'm kidding, just some entertainment

Keep the likes and emojis, but please always send a payment (Send a payment)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah, yup (Let me hear know when you send that)

Yeah, yeah, woah, woah (¿Ya almorzó? ¿Va a almorzar? ¿Quiere más? Se agradece, pue' vamo' a darle)

The scale, tip it, I don't deal with you, I'll be real with you (I'll be real with you)

Feel different, I've been ill, ****, since a lil' ****

Field trippin', I could still flip it, I could deal with it

Meal ticket from the hill with it, I'm for real clickin'

Gear shifted, all the years in us, see no fear in me

Clear vision, now the wheels spinnin', put the chills in 'em

Lips sealed through the grills in 'em

Couldn't tell you how that bitch feels, you could deal with it (That's all you)

I don't know how that shit sells, I'm like, "Ugh, brother" (Ugh)

In my hood, bluntin', jugg runnin'

Put up good numbers, it's a good summer

Huh, when I hit the 'Wood, dummy

I was doing what I could, now it's looking good for me

What I took from it, cook something

Lot of shook ones that I mistook fronting

Hook bumping, 'round the hood, pumping

I was good money, look for me

I was cooked, homie, got the kush on me

Good dodie, then I stood dolo when they booked on me

Ay, ay, ay

Yo, Dough, what up?

Crime, let's get it

You know what time it is

Eso es de nosotros, ¿no?

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Gonorreas

No