Yung Booke, Lil Freaky - Cross Me lyrics

God bless the child that can hold his own
(I'm with you, I'm with you)
Uh, uh, they tried to play me
Tried to play me, uh, uh
They tried to cross me, tried
To cross me, uh, uh
I came back bossin'
I came back bossin' on 'em (Bag, you loaded)

Uh, uh, they tried to play me
(They tried to play me)
Uh, uh, they tried to cross me (Woo)
Uh, uh, I came back bossing on 'em
(I came back bossin' on 'em)
We throw that money up high
This how we toss it on 'em
Big God, that's my big homie
Drip water, this faucet on 'em
I came back covered in blood
Ain't got no crosses on me
Dead fresh, no coffin on me
Outline, we chalked his homie
I got some bodies in the city
But no talkin' on it

Spinnin' blocks, no option on it
(Let's go, they can't dodge us)
They know we coming
Rented hemi and them Chargers
Step on heads, step on niggas
I'm they father
I been giving these niggas this drippin'
I'm goin' farther play car and I'ma park ya
(Skrrt) , these bitches be too dro
I just got caught up in Texas
I had two holds i had another duwop on the
Backend that made it four
(I can tell these niggas my lifestyle
They gon' still fold)

Uh, uh, they tried to play me
(They tried to play me)
Uh, uh, they tried to cross me (Woo)
Uh, uh, I came back bossing on 'em
(I came back bossin' on 'em)
We throw that money up high
This how we toss it on 'em
Big God, that's my big homie
Drip water, this faucet on 'em
I came back covered in blood
Ain't got no crosses on me
Dead fresh, no coffin on me
Outline, we chalked his homie
I got some bodies in the city
But no talkin' on it

They tried to cross me
See I'm icy, she gon' lick me like a Frosty
Double up, playin' for the bucks
No Milwaukee hit you with a bone
Gotta raise your hand before talking
And they know my gang gon' step for me
But I don't need no help walking
Raising hell, causing all kind of trouble
(Fuck that) me and Drip tag team your bitch
Just like the Steiner brothers
Nigga shot at my dawg, can't
Wait 'til we find him, it's over
Gon' end that bitch then hide the sticks
So they can't find the cutter

Uh, uh, they tried to play me
(Tried to play me)
Uh, uh, they tried to cross me
(Tried to cross me)
Uh, uh, I came back bossing on 'em
(I came back bossin' on 'em)
We throw that money up high
This how we toss it on 'em
Big God, that's my big homie
Drip water, this faucet on 'em
I came back covered in blood
Ain't got no crosses on me
Dead fresh, no coffin on me
Outline, we chalked his homie
I got some bodies in the city
But no talkin' on it