Crossfire ft. Until The Very End Lyrics

It's wartime

Watch ya back

Heh

Don't get caught in the crossfire

You ready, let's go

I been on a spree

Like it's Halo three

Music in the streets

Hit like dopamine

Where's the gasoline

And the TNT

Blowing up the game

like it's World War three

Sliding on the scene

Feeling like a G

Haters copping pleas

When they fuck with me

Catch me on the screen

Looking really mean

Feeling like pac

Riding on my enemies

Study rappers, I been flipping the Rubik's Cube till I fix the pattern

Ace Hood we hustle hard now before and after

Hang with hackers who cracking codes when I'm in manhattan

Loose cannons I let em burn when the haters at me

Red snappers and ginger beer when I'm in Jamaica

I be cooking on all my songs like Anita baker

Double entendres I serve em like a waiter

Big shoes I fill em out moving skyscrapers

100 bands I'm thinking plans as the money maker

Dripped down my haters watching where the tissue paper

Eyes on me when I be balling something like a Laker

Wrist froze my thoughts cold you can see the vapor

Fuck my haters I get the power then I round em up

I be planting my money trees now they sprouting up

Hella flights to new locations gotta live it up

New flows and baddest bitches I'm the founder of

I been on a spree

Like it's Halo three

Music in the streets

Hit like dopamine

Where's the gasoline

And the TNT

Blowing up the game

like it's World War three

Sliding on the scene

Feeling like a G

Haters copping pleas

When they fuck with me

Catch me on the screen

Looking really mean

Feeling like pac

Riding on my enemies

Ok I'm ready to play

Energy a parade

Don't play in my face

Don't play with my name

I'll remove your pulse from inside of your cage

I run in the dark and never move in the day

High speed

I never needed a reason

Never catch me I breeze like Ibiza

I get oohs and ahhs and Mama Mia's

I keep the speakers locked inside the freezer

Never reach me cause I don't think the phone work

You are not sick you tryna get out of homework

I'm a fan of me I know my own worth

If you better than me then hell froze first

I see you caught up somebody had a growth spurt

Still looking in the mirror trying to soul search

They can try to stop me but it won't work

I can put the crown on it's a nice perk

I been on a spree

Like it's Halo three

Music in the streets

Hit like dopamine

Where the gasoline

And the TNT

Blowing up the game

like it's World War three

Sliding on the scene

Feeling like a G

Haters copping pleas

When they fuck with me

Catch me on the screen

Looking really mean

Feeling like pac

Riding on my enemies