Correction Lyrics Cross Me by Capolow

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(Apollo on the beat, yeah, yeah)

Ayy, ayy
I said b*t*h, I'm with that gang sh*t
Swerve foreigns, bouncin' out, come here, split your brain sh*t
Take a soul, eeny, miny, moe, I'm on that gang sh*t
Send you home, mama cryin' 'bout her baby
Oh sh*t, I'm slimy, I done came up shady
No games, you can die in real life, don't play me
AR-15's, I can show you sh*t in HD
Real street n***a, look both ways before you cross me

Slimy, rugrat, dinosaur, repty
Slimy like I walk in puddles in Balencis
Mike Amiri jeans, I just gave away my Balmain
VVS chain, I just bought this sh*t with loose change
Light this b*t*h up, I put diamonds on my nickname
No flashlight, my diamonds shinin', go bling-blang
Burr, burr, iceberg, whole gang ice tray
New wave, give me my respect, lil' b*t*h, I paved the way
Two strikes, if I get caught again, my b*t*h gon' take the case
She gon' take the bat, I can't strike out, I got kids to raise
I got the juice, sixty seconds, I was Minute Maid
These hoes know I'm cut, when they see me, I got Band-Aid
I just bought my b*t*h a new Birkin bag on some love sh*t
I just bought my b*t*h a Rollie bustdown on some dumb sh*t
If you ain't hoein', you can't hop in, uh-uh, b*t*h
I'ma sell your pu**y, if it's made of gold, we dumb rich
Ayy, ayy
I said b*t*h, I'm with that gang sh*t
Swerve foreigns, bouncin' out, come here, split your brain sh*t
Take a soul, eeny, miny, moe, I'm on that gang sh*t
Send you home, mama cryin' 'bout her baby
Oh sh*t, I'm slimy, I done came up shady
No games, you can die in real life, don't play me
AR-15's, I can show you sh*t in HD
Real street n***a, look both ways before you cross me

Ever since I was way younger, I been slangin' iron
So much sh*t goin' through my mind when I seen my brothers dyin'
Hundred choppers in this b*t*h, b*t*h, I got problems
B*t*h, every problem I done had, b*t*h, I done solved 'em
Go grab that AR, my killers comin', my killers dangerous
Posted on that West End, we be thuggin' on that gang sh*t
Guilty by a**ociation, b*t*h, watch who you hang with
My demons movin' off my move, he'll bust your top, watch who you playin' with
Pull up on the block, we'll drop an opp, we'll clear the scene
He think it's safe, catch him in traffic, b*t*h, right here a murder scene
One of us, we gotta die, it's either you or me
I'm on that gang sh*t, that bang sh*t, shooters come and rain sh*t

Ayy, ayy
I said b*t*h, I'm with that gang sh*t
Swerve foreigns, bouncin' out, come here, split your brain sh*t
Take a soul, eeny, miny, moe, I'm on that gang sh*t
Send you home, mama cryin' 'bout her baby
Oh sh*t, I'm slimy, I done came up shady
No games, you can die in real life, don't play me
AR-15's, I can show you sh*t in HD
Real street n***a, look both ways before you cross me

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