blocboy jb – solo crippin lyrics
[intro]
oh my f-cking god
kushy got a retainer, haha
(d-mn trap, that sh-t slappin’)
hah, ayy (word)
[verse]
i get more -ss than a lawn chair
i like a b-tch with some long hair (hair)
she shakin’ that -ss and throwin’ it fast (throw it)
that makin’ me wanna go bone her (i wanna f-ck)
sneak dissin’, lil’ boy, watch your tone there (huh?)
i’m not givin’ you sh-t, i’m no loaner (that’s on mama)
if you do what i do, you a clone there (word)
sat down with a nine, young n-gg- did some long prayer
ride around your block with a corner
i might just serve me a corner (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
he a barber, that boy used to comb hair (huh?)
i might walk through your hood just to roam there (huh? huh?)
if you reach in that glove department, trap phone there
give it to ’em like a donor (donor)
why beef ’bout a b-tch if i really don’t want her?
i check them hoes off the list like nike air (woah)
f-ck her in your house and spend the night there
you caught me, i know you don’t like that sh-t right there
you fought me, that’s how you got that lil’ black eye there (huh?)
you diss them crips or the nation, you die there (yeah)
send your location, i fly there (fly there)
eight-legged freak, send her back in my spyder (spyder)
four hoes on me, i’m the sh-t like a diaper (diaper)
i’m comin’ off the dome like a cypher (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
two-tone (two-tone)
audemar my wrist, i got designer on my ’fit (‘fit)
no collision, but n-gg-, we be callin’ hits (rrah)
in the expedition, we got ’bout 37 sticks (doon, doon, doon)
heard your ex went missin’, i got her f-ckin’ on the clique
no supervision, radar in this b-tch (b-tch)
no record label, got my a&r in this b-tch (rrah, rrah, rrah)
shoot a n-gg- in december, that’s a cold hit (cold hit)
all that sneak dissin’ got your folks h-t (folks h-t)
caught a body, same gun, hit the show with it (yeah)
do whatever for the money, baby, go get it (woo)
thousand dollars for a front row ticket (yes)
it’s all fun until your dough come missing
call my n-gg-s, do a door-door kickin’ (kickin’)
say you a k!ller, get your mojo missin’ (missin’)
say you a p, better slow your pimpin’ (pimpin’)
b-tch, i be solo crippin’ (crip, crip)
[outro]
n-gg-, better slow your pimpin’
‘fore your f-ckin’ folks come missin’
say you k!ller but your mojo missin’
n-gg-, you ain’t gettin’ no money
take a notepad, n-gg-, you came with that n-gg- (oh)
i’ll tell you ’bout these slow -ss n-gg-s
say they a shooter but they gun ain’t never on safety
nah, we ain’t even gon’ play
nah, we just f-ck ’em on the pavement
nah, f-ckin’ your b-tch on the pavement
nah, man
sh-t is litty in the city, b-tch
n-gg-, weed comin’ out in this
boy, why you put that sh-t in here, boy?
trapomatics made another one
why did you do that? stupid
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