[Intro: Cruddy Murda]

Damn, hey Cruddy

Hey Cruddy

Kha, kha, kha, kha, kha, kha, kha

Uh

I'm telling you (Hey Terk, Sparkheem)

Kha!

[Chorus: Cruddy Murda]

I was in last, then I ran up my racks

Ran out of work so I'm doubling back

When it get cold, I'd sit in my spot

Spot lil' shit, I just chill in the trap

I know niggas don't want me to make it

'Cause when it's 'bout me, it's always hate shit

I just talked to JB, he said he still take shit

They gave him fifteen for them jackets and takings

So many opps, I'm debating

Talking to Sneaky like, "Which one we shaking?"

Pocketz back in and that shit got me heated

He went on that hill and he set up a meeting

I swear I be thinking 'bout June, OG, and Bre and all of my niggas that's gone

If I get thе drop, get 'em gone by tomorrow

I'm with all of my niggas, thеy right or they wrong

[Verse: Semi Homie]

I took a big-ass L and started dropping my mask

He ran with his iron, we was chasing his ass

I'm off this Perc' and I'm thinking 'bout the men

I don't condone that shit they be doing, they ain't men

Cuz tryna spin in the morning, it's ten

Nigga, on the men I be walking with ten

She got in her feelings I ain't fuck her in a month

I be taking down shit, I got some alias bump

Nigga acting like he won't get chased with this Drac'

Walked out with a hundred and left with his Drac'

I want her friend so I told her, "Boo we need some space"

Getting chased by the law and I'm working the e-brake

[?] RP dicking this bitch, need three brakes

'Bout to go everyday of the week, we ain't fucking around

I'm riding with Glo that's my dog [?]

She wanna slime out a nigga, her call got ignored

Bitch I really be in the heart of my trenches

Them niggas be capping like shit, we different

I really put on them gloves, bitch we really ninjas

Bitch you throw him out there and I'm bagging your nigga

Highed up and I just lost the key to my safe

In the meantime, I'ma run up a new safe

You fucking with them niggas, know you ain't safe

I'd show you how it feel to wake up with a gun in your face

[Chorus: Cruddy Murda]

I was in last, then I ran up my racks

Ran out of work so I'm doubling back

When it get cold, I'd sit in my spot

Spot lil' shit, I just chill in the trap

I know niggas don't want me to make it

'Cause when it's 'bout me, it's always hate shit

I just talked to JB, he said he still take shit

They gave him fifteen for them jackets and takings

So many opps, I'm debating

Talking to Sneaky like, "Which one we shaking?"

Pocketz back in and that shit got me heated

He went on that hill and he set up a meeting

I swear I be thinking 'bout June, OG, and Bre and all of my niggas that's gone

If I get the drop, get 'em gone by tomorrow

I'm with all of my niggas, they right or they wrong