[Intro]

That's what crime do

See these young niggas— that's how the mob move

(BassKids, answer your motherfuckin' phone, nigga)

[Verse 1]

These racks in my pocket, that's what crime do

See my young niggas with me 'cause that's how the mob move

I turned the cream soda to a Piru

Look me head to toe, everything I got exclusive

I kicked into overdrive, I ain't tryna lose

She could fuck the square nigga, had to cut her loose

My young niggas shootin' like they run the two

Why you lyin' on my name when you know the truth?

Connectеd with no plug like the Bluetooth

All whitе truck, but the seats in it soowoo

Bitch nigga, take him for his chain, he like New New

Granny seen my cup, I had to lie, I said it's prune juice

I threw the deuce sign when I blew through

7 Mile, dog in the car with no roof, roof

My hundreds turned blue, it got jumped, then it's new crew

He ain't got no motion, make a thousand every blue moon

[Verse 2]

More money, more power, more sex

Asked that bitch, "Where the throat at?" At the door step

Get your own, nigga, don't take handouts from no man

Get the lo', hit the road with it, show your gonads

Coppin' blow, put your toes on it, make some more grams

Left the porch, twelve years old, richer than some grown men

Press the gas, pressure on, we can't give 'em no chance

Nigga lied in all his songs, he ain't ever road-ran

Get the chicken, make it grow, I need some more eggs

Fuck the lights out her while I'm broke, flip the ho bread

The lo' just dropped, nigga, code red

Damn, Veeze, you really slimed that nigga? Sure did

I'll make that bitch hold the blicky 'fore we hold hands

I'll make that bitch get up with you, make you blow a ten

Hit the Walmart and swipe giffies, my first gig

If she ain't down to stuff the bag, that's the wrong bitch

[Interlude]

Gang

Gang, ganger

[Verse 3]

The way I lean break the laws of physics

He like Chris Rock dad when it come to the spending

Never did crime, break the law in his lyrics

I'm high off yellow pills like I'm flyin' on Spirit

I ain't just rappin', nigga, I'm speakin' from experience

Bust the wrapper, you gon' see the white like Britney Spears in it

FaceTimed bro on the Lear geeked, seal rippin'

Gallery don't make me make appointments, you a lil' nigga

Take 75, still put chills in me

Give my bitch a thousand at a time just for dealin' with me

Take a thousand beans to the hillbillies

How the fuck I build a friendship with pill sniffers?

It be the fakest niggas claimin' they the real niggas

I need the quickest way to get up to a meal ticket

I'm tellin' bro 'nem chill, they just wanna kill niggas

These niggas think I'm famous, I don't even feel different

[Interlude]

Gettin' richer, miller

Yeah

[Verse 4]

Gettin' richer, racin' to a miller

Keepin' distant, dodgin' penitentiary

Just to get what I got, he'll turn killer

You better keep some money comin' just like your opinion

Keep your head up, it get realer and realer

So much dirt, I forget to repent for forgiveness

I'm glad I'm out the game 'cause the snitches living

I put her on a wave like I live in a river

Gettin' paid for all the shit I been through

Pourin' champagne on the ground, tellin' bro I miss him

He lost his mind, I don't know that nigga

Honest, trust over lie, never over bitches

Tell the opps stay inside, they get no privilege

I'ma need a purple cane when I'm old, sipping

Young nigga, got more game than an old nigga

Stopped smokin', still droppin' dirty dope, mixing