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Crossed
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Trapboy Freddy
Featuring(s) : Yung Al
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I don't really do no talking, what you got to offer Gave em my last dime, I swear karma come back round Ain't been feeling you niggas I wonder which one of my homies might decide to cross me It's gone me a homicide (Gone be a homicide) Gone be a homicide (Swear to God imma ride) Behind tint I'm rolling through the hood Catching plays tryna bust a jugg f*ck a friend rolling one deep I be cool by my lonely Don't cross me, don't cross me Don't cross me, don't cross me [Trapboy Freddy] When you cross me you lost me I shoulda seen that shit coming Felt it deep down in my stomach Was it over some money I don't owe nan nigga nothin Man these niggas been bummin I'd rather eat crumbs with a bum Before I eat steak with a snake All these fakes in my way Tryna put another 100 bands inna safe Tuck 50 bands for my man nem sake Lil bitch cut throat tried to get me I was watching the camera yeah i seen it Can't believe she did, I used to feed her They say you don't like em you don't need em What you got to offer, that's not enough, go and off em They say more money more problems I got so much up inside I done fell off so many times She gone f*ck your patna She gone take your dollars Your patna probly rob you Will he do it, shit probly probly You know your patna now you gotta watch em Haters come in all shapes and sizes I used to be broke now I'm making mine All of my chains you ain't takin none If you really want, smoke we can take it there I don't really do no talking, what you got to offer Gave em my last dime, I swear karma come back round Ain't been feeling you niggas I wonder which one of my homies might decide to cross me It's gone me a homicide (Gone be a homicide) Gone be a homicide (Swear to God imma ride) Behind tint I'm rolling through the hood Catching plays tryna bust a jugg f*ck a friend rolling one deep I be cool by my lonely Don't cross me, don't cross me Don't cross me, don't cross me [Trapboy Freddy] Might be one deep riding when you see me Better stay inside when im riding with the betley Remember i was younger than them niggas wouldn't feed me Stayed down on em now all them niggas need me Im bout my business you know it Start selling weed tried to grow it Mama caught it in the backyard Hit me a lick I started selling hard Now I look at it we came far Niggas switched up say I changed on em Now its kinda f*cked up cause that's my main homie If he switched up for the paper He really was just a hater I see what that lil paper do Money on yo head and they taking you Prolly set your ass up and go and take you to em And your momma won't know it till you make the news Bitch you do it foreal That type of shit get you killed You can get popped like a pill Shit it is what it is Im the same lil nigga from the Cliff Been like that since I was little Look like I got me a deal huh? Naw baby this is really how I live now We gone smoke out the room tell em bill us And naw baby we ain't gotta steal none I don't really do no talking, what you got to offer Gave em my last dime, I swear karma come back round Ain't been feeling you niggas I wonder which one of my homies might decide to cross me It's gone me a homicide (Gone be a homicide) Gone be a homicide (Swear to God imma ride) Behind tint I'm rolling through the hood Catching plays tryna bust a jugg f*ck a friend rolling one deep I be cool by my lonely Don't cross me, don't cross me Don't cross me, don't cross me
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