Crucifix (Radio Edit) Lyrics

Jump on the roads and spin that quick

Mans do backflips doin up tricks

I don't have time to build with bricks

Shootin my shot but don't aim with blicks

Smoked the opps now they're finely crisped

Filming movies no Netflix

Ima pull up on em broad day and leave em impaled on a crucifix

Jesus cross all on my neck

You can walk on water, but I only walk on feds

Pockets filled with faces all them dead

Hit the scene then fled

Bakin all this bread

Then your skin we shed

At least what's said is true

Who is you who is you who is you

Make 'em hula hoop

What that rouger do

Flew the coup

And make them dance for you

All dead faces blue

You got only two

What you gonna do

Hit my dance on you

Pop some smoke on you

Do the woo

Then we finna shoot

Yeah I got bands and racks in Paris

You try flex and get embarrassed

Pray for me got bells like church and then you finna perish

I'm gon make it slap and then the beat you gonna cherish

All white seats Rest In Peace to the ones that we leave nightmarish

Uh it's crazy

Got girls like molly brazy

Leave 'em sleepin in the rain and mans say that we lazy

My fam be modern and we got chicks lookin like they hailey

Ballin like a comet up in Houston smoke get hazy

This just don't faze me

Camo military we don't dress in navy

Watch your girl she kinda gazey

Can't trust the feds they tryna trace me

Trey tryna trace me (adlibs )

Jump on the roads and spin that quick

Mans do backflips doin up tricks

I don't have time to build with bricks

Shootin my shot but don't aim with blicks

Smoked the opps now they're finely crisped

Filming movies no Netflix

Ima pull up on em broad day and leave em impaled on a crucifix

Jump on the roads and spin that quick

Mans do backflips doin up tricks

I don't have time to build with bricks

Shootin my shot but don't aim with blicks

Smoked the opps now they're finely crisped

Filming movies no Netflix

Ima pull up on em broad day and leave em impaled on a crucifix

Pull up in a 125

Mans better duck and hide

Screw the Askari and we finna slide

Got my Bali on

And the beef get fried

If you tryna pull up on me leave you crucified

Breeze off fore you died

Pree your mans, what's your side

Disrespect then we rise

Score an opp

Score your guys

Shaved the block

Hands be tied

If mans juiced

Then we glide

In the ends

They be lyin they be lyin they be lyin

They be lyin to much

To my face to the case

They ain't findin none

Leave the state you can't hate

I ain't goin cunch

Mastered fate eat the plate

And I still ain't bunned

Where the opps at, ten toes to the wind, I'm dryin em

Jump on the roads and spin that quick

Mans do backflips doin up tricks

I don't have time to build with bricks

Shootin my shot but don't aim with blicks

Smoked the opps now they're finely crisped

Filming movies no Netflix

Ima pull up on em broad day and leave em impaled on a crucifix