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cryptzoom - crypt nigga in the making: i ain't no punk lyrics

b-tch, i’m crypt king, what you claim? if a n-gga play, i’ma sn-tch his brain
know i rep the gang, b-tches on my chain, three for a n-gga, i’ma make it rain
b-tch, i’m crypt king, play, i let it blow, plug on the phone, call him baby mexico

i’m high, i’m never low, know we lit up the show, strapped on the stage, know we keep that pole
drop the location, ain’t doin’ no savin’, still in the kitchen, we trappin’ and slavin’
know we some grapes that stay in the haiti, they pull up on you if you misbehavin’
you flexin’ you cash, n-gga, we take it, six hoes in your spot and you know we gon’ shake it. them bullets they hit him and he flip like a b-tch
we fiendin’ for smoke- we comin’ like dracula

we totin’ them glocks, this sh-t could get crazy, yeah yea
smokin’ on a brand new opp pack, n-gga want smoke then you know that he got that, yeah
brand new glock in my hand, if a n-gga run up then you know imma pop em, yeah

i feel like baby mexico’s choppa
they callin’ me curry, i keep me some shooters
i’m a pitbull, you n-ggas some poodles
remember them days i used to eat noodles
i used to be fighting, but now i’m the shooter
them bullets, they long, the coming like baby mexico
yeah yeah yeah yeah
say he want smoke, shoot him in his spine
as soon as i see him, you know that i got him
you know that he ain’t doin no more talkin
he dead on the scene, he don’t need a doctor
4 shots to his head, then we leave him for dead
b-tch you know that i’m a menace, opps want the smoke know they gon get it
n-gga’s say they wanna be beefin wit us, but when them bullets hit they dancin like michael jackson. cause i’m not no punk what them n-gga’s think that for
but b-tch you know that i’m a menace i came from under your bed.walk up in this b-tch i’m on some hot sh-t
hundred n-ggas with me b-tch it lookin like a mosh pit
n-gga tried to swing but my draco do a drop kick
n-ggas sayin we ain’t steppin b-tch you know we k!llin sh-t (dumb-ss)
no cap, i ain’t with none of that b-tchin
i just poured me up a 4 in my trappery
choppa on the gram, b-tch ain’t no hackin’ me
gun in my hand lil b-tch ain’t no cappin’ me
make a n-gga run like it’s a track meet
glock in my left and my glock in the backseat
did a drive by now i’m hitting the back streets
f-ck the police tea they ain’t gonna f-ck wit me.my n-gga ysn but i’m banging the c (the crip)
if you coming for me, you get put on a tee
if you f-cking with me, you gon’ sow what you reap
let out thirty some shots out the glock 40
ayy, i want all the green like i was a leaf
my gang in the party, we came for peace (shotta)
put chops on a opp so his -ss got beat
he got his -ss jumped by a hundred some crypts (b-tch)
my n-ggas, they steppin’, i call them some steppers
you was shootin’ at me, but you missed, you a blooper
and when i shot back, b-tch, i hit, i’m a shooter
big beam on a chopper like i’m working at hooters
i’m on some boss sh-t, and i’m on some crypt sh-t, you can get your -ss stepped on
she calling me racist, she was dark skin, but i want a redbone
put his name on this bullet, the trigger i pull it, you better order a headstone
and now that boy at heaven gates
b-tch n-gga, you a snitch
my n-ggas they vicious, b-tch, i am a menace
and let’s have a shootout like i’m in a scrimmage
got dope in the lab like i was a chemist
shot him in the t–th, they call me a dentist
walk down on my opp, i ain’t leavin’ no witness
shoot a hundred some shots, i won’t stop ’til it finish
i break in your house like i came through the chimney
and i’m high as a b-tch ’cause the perc’ in my henny
two .40’s on my waist like i’m rocking some fendi
b-tch, i’m making sh-t shake like i’m doin’ the shimmy
and she got a fat -ss, but that b-tch really skinny
and she suckin’ my d-ck, she in love with the fleet(yeah)
john (b-tch)
you talkin’ ’bout bodies, i got me a ton (ho)
and i’ll get a n-gga whacked while i’m kickin’ cack
smokin’ on a pack and eating a honey bun.n-gga dissin’ on my name, so i’ma put him on the news
5.56s, .223s, and them 7.62s
when that draco hit a n-gga, it’s gon’ knock him out his shoes
i cropped that n-gga out the picture when he got here with this tool
we throwin’ signs in the club, n-gga, what you wanna do?
my n-gga got the f-ckin’ glock, but i got the deuce-deuce
i dare a n-gga throw a diss, i swear to god we raise the roof
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no dice when i say i’m ’bout to shoot
we connected with the mafia, we cook it like tilapia
i got some trullas in the cut, but we bangin’ with the shottas
i’ma kidnap a n-gga, torture him, and make him holler
just like a tic-tac, when i see him, swear to god that i’ma pop him

[bridge]
(grr), the block is hot, the block is hot
(grr), the block is hot, the block is hot
(grr), the block is hot, the block is hot
the block is hot, the block is hot

[chorus]
(the block is hot, the block is hot)
the block is hot, it’s on fire
(the block is hot, the block is hot)
i’m with the sh-t just like a diaper
(the block is hot, the block is hot)
i’ma light ’em up just like a lighter
(the block is hot, the block is hot)
i got a lot of guns, i’m not a fighter
(the block is hot, the block is hot)
just like a hunter, keep a rifle

- cryptzoom lyrics

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