Back in Crip (Back in Blood remix)

Lil hoe don't play with me, my life a movie, I'm givin' them clips

Dump the Glock, show me it work or somethin', stop runnin' your lips

I'm not talkin' bout no hula hoop, this pistol on my hip

And if it's beef up in the street, then bitch, come get it up and crip

Ayy, ayy, say bitch, come get it back in Loc

I'm not steppin' in designer, I got on some shell toes

Mad I hit it, then I quit it, shoulda kept her legs closed

I'm not shootin' in the air, I hit my target like the pros

You ain't a killer and it shows, you ain't never up the pole

That nigga pulled up in the Ghost, but he left and forgot his soul

I don't rock designer clothes, my face card is all I need

I'm in the field without a safety, but I hit like Ed Reed

My eyes red, but it's the weed, my demons wanna see you bleed

I'm in the woods, so this stick I got, it came from out the trees

It's a stick up so don't move, or I'ma bless you like you sneeze

Beat that pussy from the back, I got her yellin', baby, please

Lil hoe don't play with me, my life a movie, I'm givin' them clips

Dump the Glock, show me it work or somethin', stop runnin' your lips

I'm not talkin' bout no hula hoop, this pistol on my hip

If it's beef up in the street, then bitch, come get it up in crip

Ayy, ayy, say bitch, come get it up and loc

I told Jesus, just take the wheel like Kodak, let me, drive the boat

Dirty Glock, throw it away, cause you can't clean it with no soap

Oh, you a funny guy, when I get mad, it ain't no joke

Lil Will gon' do somethin' about it, I can't slide or let it go

Got you lookin through the peephole, we shoot bullets through your door

Do I gotta kill again to prove to you I ain't no ho

Fuck it, mask up and I'm in all black just like a crow

I can't wait to up the score, even though this shit been a blowout

Pillow talkin' on the kid, you can't get mad, I'm at your house

Say you didn't know your homie snitched, I bet you fuckin' know

Now , I'll never trust a word these niggas say, I really don't be listenin

I can't wait until that chain around my neck got em dissin

Found his body by the river for two years, that boy been missin

When I shoot, bitch, I ain't missin', I'm just rappin', I ain't dissin

I ain't talkin' bout no GTA when I went on a mission

Lil' ho don't play with me, my life a movie, I'm givin' them clips

Dirty Glock, show me your work or somethin' and start runnin' your lips

I'm not talkin' bout no hula hoop, that pistol on my hip

If it's beef up in the street, then bitch, come get it up and crip

Ayy, ayy, say, bitch, come get it up and loc

This fourth quarter down two, so if you shoot, you better not choke

These niggas wanna hang, but I ain't givin' out no fuckin' rope

I can't just sit on my ass, I can't just sit around and mope

ETN ain't gon' be the label, at least I motherfuckin' hope

Bitch, I'm thuggin' till they take me out, until I fuckin' croak

Ayy, ayy, until I motherfuckin' croak

Ayy, this ain't no motherfuckin' joke, ayy

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