Cruce Lee ft. SpringDaTrapper Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, gang, Yo Spring what up nigga

Niggas be coppin' the plea When they see me, they never on shit

I'ma pull up with the team, we clearin' the scene

My boy got the grip on his hip Talking crazy out his lip yeah

He gon' night-night, nigga My homie a dog

He gon' go bite that, nigga Nigga, it's war now

We lettin' it rip on, niggas Look at the score now

Cause you could get hit, my nigga Empty the clip on, niggas

I let it rip on, niggas Nigga, it's war now

And you could get hit, my nigga

When gang in the spot and

We dance in the party You know how we comin

Yeah, we in the mix

Drivin' the boat she sippin' Bacardi She smokin' on Marley's

Yeah, we gettin' lit Yeah, we gettin' lit

I'm shakin' the room diamonds wetty like a pool huh

Run up on me, you a fool, nigga You a fool, nigga, are you dumb

Got a green beam on the gun ricky gon' run hit him in his bun If he talkin' crazy out his gums,

Then my shooter aimin' for his tongue, yeah My ooter be bustin' medullas

Gun range, I was totin the Ruger Nine shots to the face, he a shooter

Yeah, nigga, it's war now We lettin' it rip on, niggas

Look at the score now Cause you could get hit, my nigga

Empty the clip on, niggas I let it rip on, niggas

Look at the score now Cause you could get hit, my nigga

Niggas be knowin' the temperature If you got a bag, then bet it up

Like, niggas be talkin' like they wanna fight me

But fighting your bitch, you got better luck

Nigga hop in the Wraith with a Tesla

Yeah, this .40 got kick when I shoot up the sweater

Niggas talkin' like they do it better

Like, nigga, you know I'm a stepper I step on these niggas, like watch how I stomp

80 high, yeah, I come from the Cronx

Like that, I get busy

Don't make me pull up with Sahmizzy

It get tricky, It get sticky

Clip hold 30 and the drum hold 50

Clip hold 30 and the drum hold 50

Like that, too tact

Step in the spot, then you better move back

Glah glah boom and they won't boom back

Oot out the Wraith with the stars

Step on the block like its stomping the yard

Two kids, so I gotta go far

For my kids, yeah, I gotta go hard

Like, told my son he a god

Told my daughter that she a queen

with a .45 with a beam cause my lil' shorty, let it ring

Yeah, my lil' shorty, let it ring

Don't rap to your bitch, I sing

Like, ooh

Like that, like this

Like, ooh

Yeah, they love when I do that shit

Okay, let's talk about it

Kickin' shit like Bruce Lee

Nah wait, nah I mean cruce lee

On the Cig homie, not whoopty

Not whoopty, like, who's he

Yeah, we gettin' em whacked

stompin' em out with no feelings attached

Know I had to bring it back

Glah glah boom and they won't boom back

Nigga, it's war now

We lettin' it rip on niggas

Look at the score now

Cause you could get hit, my nigga

Empty the clip on niggas

I let it rip on niggas

Look at the score now

Cause you could get hit, my nigga

Uh, uh

Like that, like this gang gang