Crime Pays ft. RaraNevaFold Lyrics

The clapping sound is me. It's not an edit. It is me. It's mine. It's my clap just like this

We moving dangerous around this bitch you know we got a button Putting on my hoodie and my mask, I'm always up to something

We up the blick right at his head, we never fuckin' stuntin

You know we smokin' on they deads, this blunt fucking' punchin

Dead by my lonely, but the reaper watchin' over me

Prayin' to the devil so no preacher lookin' over me

Tryna keep it beat, but if they trawlin, I'm gon' bluff for free

Chuggin' up big beats, you know my body, nigga, MGB

We don't interest, ain't no clown niggas that can't throw a 50

I just hit a fuckin' sem, you know we rollin' up 50

Yeah, we smokin' on the creps, you know we rollin' up 60

Fuck the ops, nigga, tell him, come get up with me

Ask about Ra, you know my body, bitch, I been gettin' busy

You know I buck out all the creps, and yeah, that shit is no kizzy

And I was fuckin' on his bitch, he didn't notice he missed me

I told her, come and suck the dick, no, ho, you can't go and kiss me

Smokin' deads like every day

These niggas know I'm a fuckin' pop, you know I never play

And if a nigga talk, I'm broke, like, word to bro, we make a grace

Like how them niggas hate me, but they just watch us steal the wave

This that late night shift, we been juggin, makin' plays

Fuckin' up the bands, pop the top like Rio Haze

Throw him in the block, catch him now, broad day

He gon' shoot if I say so, like I'm delay

Slidin' on the drill, yeah, you know I got my mask on

Fuckin' on a bitch, pop a park, so it last long

Y'all feel like Larry, either way, I'm Silver Bardi

Niggas spittin' so much, now my vision gettin' blurry

Yeah, we all litty, I be slicin' up the pie like a buffalo

No joppa rap, but we can get really great

And I, and I don't dance, but I know how to really get started

And these switches don't jam, I'm a drop gun

And I don't shoot air balls, I'm short like Cut

I'ma cut the scene like a movie

Around my waist is where I keep the toolie

Don't, don't bring a girl around me, she just wanna hug

We apply pressure, don't get it twisted, we grimy

I bet I'll get you, bitch, and drop you low and do it slimy

We put that chasity on, boy, then you go missing

Like how you get caught slippin

Cause you a dumb little bitch, and you put your trust in whipping

I've had dads on my ass, like, what the fuck, they like to fuckin' stalk

Bitches actin' brazy in the whip, I told them hoes to walk

Niggas know I keep a fuckin' blick, like, yeah, I like to chalk

Niggas know I up my fuckin' grip, like, now you cannot run

Spittin' on the opp like early mornin' in the fuckin' sun

In the nighttime too, niggas just for fun

All the opps got a curfew, nigga, they ain't my son

Nigga, we the starters, all the opps in the bleachers

She could've sucked a dick, I had a bitch come and teach her, nigga

That bitch really different, she abusive, she beat her, nigga

Can never beat me, lil' nigga, I'ma tweak her, nigga

Wanna make a song, throw a couple bands for a feature, nigga

I know a opp died, and then his mom turned a preacher, nigga

Give my guys a high-five, we the geekers, nigga

And if that bitch try to lie, we delete her, nigga

This that late-night shift, we been juggin, makin' plays

Fuckin' on the bench, pop the top, like, freedom of race

Goin' in the block, catchin' up, broad day

He gon' shoot if I say so, like, I'm the lay

Shinin' on the drill, yeah, you know I got my mask on

Fuckin' on a bitch, pop a Perc, so it last long