CROPT

[Verse 1: 83hades]
Pull up with Yac bitch we bringing the mob
I don't wanna fight I got Margiela's on
He talkin' down now he [?], fuck
Pussy lil' boy you get cropt, fuck
If I'm with the squad then I'm glocked up
B-Bitch I'm an alien grippin' the choppa
I neutered that boy and turned him into pasta
I'm smoking on gas like a muhfuckin' rasta
I don't wanna swing what the fuck do I look like?
I pressure your skull in the blunt I can't think twice
R-RvR3 in this bitch and I'm posted with Crow Life
You say that shit in yo' song, but when you get cut you got no ice
You tell the gang and we turned you a no-life
Christ, I'ma make them all feel my knife
I come down we gon' be alright
A-Ain't feeling right
Muthfucka try me that'll be his life
I-I fiend in thе night, I fiend just right
Slide down to his crib just to feed his wife
I'm in a all black Bеnz, but I'm sniffin' white
Turn his ass to a poltergeist
Big Glocks bitch I'm totin' pipes
Who wanna fall tonight?
We don't leave till the grip is tight
Kill 'em all leave 'em dead in spite

[Verse 2: Zotiyac]
Zoti-I-Holy I came with that swag
Whoop so much ass start to feel like a dad
Mow that boy down and then call him a cab
I shoot so much they start callin' me cap
Fuck niggas mad want me to get louder
But I'm a shooter lil' bitch not a shouter
And a lil' choppas up top Austin Powers
Two twin Glocks knockin' shit down like the towers
Swear that lil' bitch is a hazard, ayy
You niggas rookies you never been minute men, ayy
So, you niggas pussy until further notice, until proven innocent
30 this clip, what I'm holding
He keep on postin' then get put on a penitent
I put a fuck nigga under the sediment
Later on, I'ma be sending a friend for him