Yungeen Ace, Capolow - Cross Me lyrics

[Yungeen Ace, Capolow - Cross Me lyrics]

(Apollo on the beat, yeah, yeah)

Ayy, ayy
I said bitch, I'm with that gang shit
Swerve foreigns,  bouncin' out, come here
 split your brain shit
Take a soul,  eeny, miny, moe
I'm on that gang shit
Send you home, mama cryin' 'bout her baby
Oh shit, 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 shit in HD
Real street nigga
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 shit with loose change
Light this bitch 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' bitch
I paved the way
Two strikes, if I get caught again
My bitch 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 bitch a new
Birkin bag on some love shit
I just bought my bitch a Rollie
Bustdown on some dumb shit
If you ain't hoein', you can't
Hop in, uh uh, bitch
I'ma sell your pussy, if it's made of gold
We dumb rich

Ayy, ayy
I said bitch, I'm with that gang shit
Swerve foreigns, bouncin' out, come here
Split your brain shit
Take a soul, eeny, miny, moe
I'm on that gang shit
Send you home, mama cryin' 'bout her baby
Oh shit, 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 shit in HD
Real street nigga
Look both ways before you cross me

Ever since I was way younger
I been slangin' iron
So much shit goin' through my mind
When I seen my brothers dyin'
Hundred choppers in this bitch, bitch
I got problems
Bitch, every problem I done had, bitch
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 shit
Guilty by association, bitch
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, bitch
Right here a murder scene
One of us, we gotta die
It's either you or me
I'm on that gang shit, that bang shit
Shooters come and rain shit

Ayy, ayy
I said bitch, I'm with that gang shit
Swerve foreigns, bouncin' out, come here
Split your brain shit
Take a soul, eeny, miny, moe
I'm on that gang shit
Send you home, mama cryin' 'bout her baby
Oh shit, 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 shit in HD
Real street nigga
Look both ways before you cross me

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