Crime Life ft. Flacø Strap Lyrics

And yet again, Another B$G Classic

Live by the gun, die about it

That's the crime life

Get my income by any means like I'm a wise guy

You dont want no smoke with team we got the mob ties

Bitch thought I told you we need chicken not no Popeyes

Aye

I stayed in detention cuz I got high

Up the blicky it come with extensions ain't no drive by

Broke lil bitty she can't get enough finesse you out a dime

Busy stackin guala I'm flexin' cheese up at Best Buy

Aye if you want some static or want beef call me five guys

If you want to get up with the gang then join the crime life

Ain't yo momma tell you bring a gun where there's a life fight

Creep up in his window real low but I just got high

Ight, now we by his crib spark up the black here Flacø come take this hit

We don't want no static or no smoke just take his shit

If he home put it to his face that's a easy lick

Ight and we just hit a lick

And once the cops pull up then you know young Flacø finna dip

Catch a opp in traffic then we just gone make his car flip

Trapping to the fiends come and cop 100 bars bitch

I could tell the gas that you smoking not exotic

Up the gat on yo hoe then run me all your pockets

I be flexin all the bands feel like moving to the tropics

Blue been for the blammy hit you in your noggin

Aye why your rolly tockin pussy boy you better stop it

If I don't got it Flacø got it Silent got that rocket

Running to the money fuck it imma go and flock it

Why you never use your pole you need a pill to pop it

I can't fuck with that pussy boy you ain't no gangsta

If I shooter it good aim I don't need no laser

I been getting big money feeling like a banker

Smoke bout half a blunt then I'm gone save that bitch for later

Hasta lewago I see yo ass later

Bitch I'm ridin' with that demon feel like undertaker

Pull up on yo block shoot it up like I play for the lakers

I been in my no I can't do no favors

Nah

Stay away if yo ass ain't a money maker

I chop yo head off with that blade like I'm a demon slayer

All I be around is bread like I been a baker

Put some money on your head I'm offering big paper