Burna Bandz - CROS lyrics

I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes
I'm in my zone, cooking your zone
Got me a clone, dripping VLONE
Hit him in his dome, hit him and go
Aye lil' bitch, aye watch your tone
She wanna give me neck in the ghost
Tell that lil' bitch I ain't average joe
She wanna be gang, she be doing the most
Who want a toke? Come get the smoke
I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes
I'm with the gang and we giving out smoke
Pass him the dime I know he gon' score
We in the bando serving snow
You know I go half and half for cro
We smoking demi and we toast
We getting money and some more

We smoking demi and we toast
Throw up a three, shoutout the bros
I'm in the North
My youngins gon' wait at your door
Make a rule and I don't break the code
It was June but the trap let it snow
I've been whipping and doubling O's
Might go OT when nobody knows
Might go slide
When I wanna dirty these poles
Sipping ratio or pour up a four
Man, free all my dawgs on the road
I'm still with the cros, still with the bros
Late night and we letting shit go
I drip like a pond, she like, "Oh My God"
She wanna fuck, yeah she bored
She up for the night but by the
Dawn she gotta get outta the door
Get outta door, whore
I know you said you ain't fucking the bros
Bro pulled the cord, yeah
I know you ain't aiming unless in the nose
Stay afloat like a boat
Finish a pack, come in and go
Soon as the pressure get crackin', he choke
Nigga slippin' like he slip on soap

I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes
I'm in my zone, cooking your zone
Got me a clone, dripping VLONE
Hit him in his dome, hit him and go
Aye lil' bitch, aye watch your tone
She wanna give me neck in the ghost
Tell that lil' bitch I ain't average joe
She wanna be gang, she be doing the most
Who want a toke? Come get the smoke
I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes
I'm with the gang and we giving out smoke
Pass him the dime I know he gon' score
We in the bando serving snow
You know I go half and half for cro
We smoking demi and we toast
We getting money and some more

And yeah I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes

She ride the dick just like a bike
Super saucy as she give me dome
Back in the seven we were selling dope
I had to take a flight to trap it up North

He don't play sports 'cause he don't score
She boss up the first night so
She feeling like a whore
Diamonds they hit 'em they leave you so sore
I got the drip, I got a pole
Fuck up some racks, drip some more
Fendi my kicks, fresh out the store
Brand new fifth send you a boy
I work my wrist, I got a four
This ain't the draft, she said I'm chosen
Still ball like DeRozan
Headshot, shoutout cronem
We got the ball rolling
You know I ain't going lil' ho' so annoying
One move and we blow him
The fuck was you thinkin'?
What the fuck was he doing? Dummy

I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes
I'm in my zone, cooking your zone
Got me a clone, dripping VLONE
Hit him in his dome, hit him and go
Aye lil' bitch, aye watch your tone
She wanna give me neck in the ghost
Tell that lil' bitch I ain't average joe
She wanna be gang, she be doing the most
Who want a toke? Come get the smoke
I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes
I'm with the gang and we giving out smoke
Pass him the dime I know he gon' score
We in the bando serving snow
You know I go half and half for cro
We smoking demi and we toast
We getting money and some more