Crime Rate

Lyrics

Dzy on the beat
 Bands, bands
 Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky
 Gang, gang, gang
 Grrrt
 Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
 Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plottin'
 Guapped up, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense
 Opp nigga thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him
 Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
 Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plottin'
 Guapped up, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense
 Opp nigga thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him
 Opp niggas never on nothing, I'm with the drama
 Catch a nigga lackin', up the llama, drop him
 I been stacking all this fettuccini, got my guap up
 Niggas think it's sweet 'til a real nigga pop up
 Split a nigga noodle, now his brains look like lobsters
 I got a Suburban full of shooters tryna pop somethin'
 Pockets filled, Glock is near
 Bitches freakin', tryna top the kid
 She a thotty bitch, caught the top and slid
 Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
 Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plottin'
 Guapped up, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense
 Opp nigga thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him
 Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
 Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plottin'
 Guapped up, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense
 Opp nigga thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him
 Let off, then we drippin', my energy been different
 Thought he caught me slippin', got four more in my Smith an'
 Pull up with that wand, poof, that nigga missin'
 That .40 and that nine look like two bitches kissing
 Snipe him with a blicky, left him snoozed, he a victim
 Niggas running Rickey out they shoes, he was sprinting
 If they askin', we did it
 Y'all some YouTube killers
 Say the streets a jungle
 I'm with two gorillas (Gang, gang, gang)
 Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
 Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plottin'
 Guapped up, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense
 Opp nigga thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him
 Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
 Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plottin'
 Guapped up, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense
 Opp nigga thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:17
Key
10
Tempo
168 BPM

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