Dikulz, Twisted Insane, Charlie Ray, Z - Crime Scene lyrics

Smashin' down the highway flashin’ high beams
Head out the window doin' high speeds
(High speeds)
Might be on a crime spree (Crime spree)
Try me, I'll leave a crime scene
Smashin’ down the highway flashin' high beams
Head out the window doin' high speeds
(High speeds)
Might be on a crime spree (Crime spree)
Try me, I'll leave a crime scene

Let me set the scene, outside the bank
It started with 4 me, Twisted
C ray and Z 'bout to come up on a score
Lookin' like we ready for war
Jumped out the van and we charge in the door
Tell 'em all "Get on the floor"
Alarm was ringin', it was hard to ignore
So I tell the bitch turn it off
"Bitch you better just turn it off
Oh, y’all want no violence? Then silence"
Then I just heard a cough
Twisted went off, "Ay, we got a problem?"
Homie told him no but no one knew he told
Twisted went and cocked back and shot him
They were surprised when he done it
That’s when his wife started runnin'
It got her shot in her stomach
She flew like she got punted
Told him "Listen, you just
Gotta quit it twisted
Let me get the shotgun
Yeah, we gotta get up in
The vault and get it
Only got a minute ’fore the cops come"
Time to rip off this bank for the scratch
Dip off with Z to the back
Fuck this vault, it's gettin' jacked
Put large stacks inside of bags
Shit was just crazy, we bagged a milli plus
Told Z it's time to leave yeah, three of us

Sorry, I’ll need to clean him up
I gotta leave abrupt
And now there's three of us
I started scopin'
Try'na look for the open just hopin'
The robbers go peakin' up but hold on
Look around the corner then go on
Heart pumpin' and so on
And to keep movin' with the heater tucked
("Quit lookin' at me") anybody move
I'mma beat 'em up with the pistol butt
I'm just try'na leave 'Til I'm out the room
I want everybody face down
("Eyes behind your sleeve")
Don't make me turn you to Scuba Steven
This ain't your money so mind your B
("Everbody thank you for you- I
Said don't fuckin' breathe")
I told you I would slap you wit' it
Just try'na get ghost and

Count this money and split digit's
(Split digit's)
Goddamn these bags are heavy "Twisted
Come get it
I'm havin' trouble, start to run wit' it
Dikulz didn't make it, think a guard hit him
Come on, homie, hurry up
Not movin' fast enough, gotta step it up
Weapon tucked, cheddar's up, we
Pulled it off, rev it up
C ray, take this bag and pack it up
Homies, we did it, bruh
Got over a milli to split"
Yeah, the two of us

Money in the bag, load 'em in the trunk
I skrrt, already got the police on our ass
Movin' though the city, only
Twisted runnin' wit' me
Can't see where I'm goin' in this mask
Put the pedal to the carpet
Get rid of the whip befo' we hit the hideout
But they're bankin' on my bumper
They can take a number
Runnin' every light now
Twisted dumpin' out the window, wildin'
While I bend the corner
Didn't see this old bitch ("Oh shit")
Flew over the top, got hit by the cops and
Did a couple mo' flips
But that gave us a window so fuck it
I'm up on the sidewalk for like 5 blocks
People runnin' resembling livestock, y'all
Are collateral damage, i'm not
Then I swerve
Hit the alley on the right and
Left a bicycle messenger sideswiped
Know I gotta keep the mask on
But this shit is really
Fuckin' with my eyesight
Not to mention the blood on the windshield
No more wiper fluid, so as I maneuver
Got my head hangin' out of the whip still
Got a cop assumin' did your it
And they no longer know our whereabouts
Homie, look, I think I see the warehouse
Pull up, lookin' at the car
Covered in the blood of everybody
We just aired out
Change clothes, get the other getaway ride
"Put the money in the trunk, G
Had to snuff Z, quarter milli to a half-"
Now it's just me

Turned around and went up in the hideout
Left a couple bags up in the front seat
Threw the take up on the table
Every stack was there but always fed
Up when I dump heat
Shit, I had to do it, it was him or me
I had a funny feelin' wasn't actin' right
I took a shower
Switch into another fit and check for
Counterfeit's before I catch a flight
I got the phone to hit the Uber
We on every channel
Fuck, I gotta get up out the situation
Went and grabbed the other
Bags and watchin' helicopters
Movin' over top all while I'm waitin'
Pacin' back and forth all ways
I'm try'na be evasive
I don't wanna deal with the troopers
Notification went off
I look down at my phone (Huh?)
There go on my Uber hop in the whip and get
To dippin', I was trippin', feelin' paranoid

Maybe if I l play it off and keep lookin' at
My watch he'll never stop us for no questions
My heart is beating up outta
My chest and I look
At the cash with a bag full of weapons
The intersection
Through the light we made a right
And now we on our way, yay
"Hit the gas and get to smashin'
" told the Uber driver
"This gon' be your pay day"
Met a couple people for this job and then I
Killed them all up on the same day
"Homie, you look familiar to me"
If you don't say

Smashin' down the highway flashin' high beams
Head out the window doin' high speeds
(High speeds)
Might be on a crime spree (Crime spree)
Try me, I'll leave a crime scene
Smashin' down the highway flashin' high beams
Head out the window doin' high speeds
(High speeds)
Might be on a crime spree (Crime spree)
Try me, I'll leave a crime scene