CROSSFIRE ft. CHEF GEECH Lyrics

That's it, it's all in the marbles

Sitting in the house, I'm loading up the pump

I'm loading up the Uzi, I got a couple M16s

A couple 9s, I got a couple joints with some silencers on

I'm just loading up clips

A couple grenades

Got a missile launcher with a couple of freedom missiles

I'm ready for war

Jump and get caught in the crossfire, never doubt fire, it'll burn you

Grab a gavel, we adjourn you, send him home early like a curfew

We've been the wave, front on the gang, fuck around, we'll surf you

Headshot, we a turf you

Walk them down, nigga, Herschel

Jump and get caught in the crossfire, never doubt fire, it'll burn you

Grab a gavel, we a adjourn, send him home early like a curfew

We've been the wave, front on the gang, fuck a round, we'll surf you

Headshot, we a turf you

Foot on they trachea, me and my dogs get a jumping gymnasium

Cop some Acres and places, they played vacant

Flip that bitch on its neck, WrestleMania

Been them niggas, you know ain't no changin' up

1 of 1, but we move like it's 8 of us

No arachnid I'm back and I'm steppin' up

Got the banks in the back hundreds lapping up

Look, never conform or condense, who I am from Detroit

Came up on the east side of the 6

Bone doin' time in the slam, free the fam when he out

We gon' be on the island and shit

Bitches been different since I linked with Smart ENT, it was genius

I gotta admit, shorty see me wanna ride on a high

I Treat her like a stock, hit and buy in the dip

They can't do how we doin' it

Coach and quarterback, bitch, I'm the nucleus

Get the highest you boys get the Pewterschmidt

I'm a family guy with the Stewie Griff

Been the family's guy with the leadership

Know the M's comin' in when the L's hit

Paul Pryor and Porter that real rich boy

It's life after death, hit the kill switch, got him caught in the

Jump and get caught in the crossfire, never doubt fire, it'll burn you

Grab a gavel, we adjourn you, send him home early like a curfew

We've been the wave, front on the gang, fuck around, we'll surf you

Headshot, we a turf you

Dominated all the competition

Knowledge, power, Bible, I got wisdom

Found a girl I like that got charisma

Only problem is I popped her sister

Oh well, at least I'm optimistic

Committed to this money, not commitment

California livin', drivin' Benz's

Louis trench coat, I'm out the trenches

Started on the Uni, now I'm bougie

If you know, you know, you never knew me

Turned a group of bitches into groupies

Let the gang hit him, I ain't choosy

Haven't ate all day and I been movin

Probably why this perky got me woozy

Belly used to be my favorite movie

Till I hit the club and made it gloomy

Big bag, got him big mad, little bitch bad

Wanna fuck cuz i get cash

And the wrist dance put her ass on a skiplagged

With a gym bag

I'm a player, I got whiplash

Turned seven mile into fifth half

You ain't gotta shoot another shot, just to rim bad

Best way to make it to the top is the skimp pass

Bomb on a motherfucker, op like Bin Laden

Jump and get caught in the crossfire, never doubt fire, it'll burn you

Grab a gavel, we adjourn you, send him home early like a curfew

We've been the wave, front on the gang, fuck around, we'll surf you

Headshot, we a turf you