Kriminal Minds

[Intro]
I be hollerin' "bling blaow"
He bootin' up, he making scenes now

[Chorus]
Hold up, wait a minute
Thought I was finished
My Glock clip came extended, come get some inches
20 diamonds permanent, just ask the dentist
I'm fucking 'round with Kermit, he said he crippin'
I told him leap, like he a frog, I knock them all down
This glizzy holding 50, stick hold 100 rounds
That's double D them titties and they go all out
I'm fucking with forensics, oh that's that .40 Cal

[Verse 1]
Stop the jit, they can't stop me
They tryna copy now
I fell off, where the cliff at?
Guess I done tumbled down
I'm rich now with a big sack, you better not fumble around
Maybelline, he got makeup on, that boy a fuckin' clown
Pin her down, then I dick her down, then I get from 'round
Fuck around with the fuck around, you gon' get fucked around
Play pussy, get fucked now
Niggas clickin' up, making teams now
While my young niggas brought beams out
Niggas bootin' up, making scenes now
Boot down, nigga
Shoot 'round, nigga
Shoot now, nigga
Get from 'round, nigga
Make him move 'round, nigga
I don't fuck 'round with him
You ain't my dawg, you his homie
And I don't fuck with you, nigga
Fuck both of y'all, matter-of-fact, all y'all
We gon' go to war with you
Back on the wall, but I'm standing tall, only 5'9, nigga
Take something from who?
Nigga, take something from what?
Come and try my nigga
Straight headshots, but never mind that
We hit straight my nigga
Fuck her one time and I won't double back
You get once with this pickle
She a 'lil gnat, I hit from the back, then pass to my nigga
Run up that sack and never look back, but go back to my trenches
The hood on my back, the 4th by the back, they know where we at
Short stop in the trap, we make some shit clap
Go refund your 'lil sack
I done named the Tommy gun, Hilfiger
I don't wanna deal with you
I done rocked shows and killed niggas
It's blood, when I step in 'em
I'm talkin' Christian Loub's, not kill niggas
For the Feds, I done broke it down to you
If it's smoke, keep 100 rounds with you
I'm in the city now, I brung the town with me

[Chorus]
Hold up, wait a minute
Thought I was finished
My Glock clip came extended, come get some inches
20 diamonds permanent, just ask the dentist
I'm fucking 'round with Kermit, he said he crippin'
I told him leap like he a frog, I knock them all down
This glizzy holding 50, stick hold 100 rounds
That's double D them titties and they go all out
I'm fucking with forensics, oh that's that .40 Cal

[Verse 2]
40-piece drum, like you ordered something at WingHouse
Your brother and them on nothin'
When it's smoke, we want the top guy
I used to rap for fun, but all my fun done got me funds now
Don't give a fuck how many guns you got, you better empty them bitches out
She done got 21 in that .45, that won't miss a shot
Do it off the love, I don't drop no bag, them boys is 60'd out
I'm still buckin' the dumb way and plus I'm Bibby'd out
Thought beef only occurred in your place, boy we gon' come about

[Chorus]
Hold up, wait a minute
Thought I was finished
My Glock clip came extended, come get some inches
20 diamonds permanent, just ask the dentist
I'm fucking 'round with Kermit, he said he crippin'
I told him leap, like he a frog, I knock them all down
This glizzy holding 50, stick hold 100 rounds
That's double D them titties and they go all out
I'm fucking with forensics, oh that's that .40 Cal