Lately

[Intro: Cruddy Murda]
(Hey Cruddy, gah)
(Hey Homie) (Hey Manny, this joint crank fool)
(Hey Terk)

[Chorus: Cruddy Murda]
Lately I've been tripping only evil shit it make me happy
All all my opps been linking heard they're plotting, they're fake tryna down me
Alias smoke had to pay out the county
Smoke with the city I hope they don't doubt me
I'm not one of them so a bitch can't clown me
Count up that hundred so now I need more
Swing in that door better run in that building
If it wasn't for drank I'd have me a million
Fucking her right my name known in the building
When I'm doing the dash pray my cup don't spill
Her nigga get mad when it's time for the bills
This shit touch down like Josh with the Bills
This shit hit his body I bet he won't heal
I wanna free Pocketz he went on that hill

[Verse: Semi Homie]
They need to free 30 the real [?] reaper
You know the men turn niggas to cheaters
You know the men turn niggas to ashes
I was with my G30 tryna knock off his glasses
I was high off that Perc' knock that bitch in her [?]
I told her straight up "I ain't the nigga that's gon wife you"
I'm in love with them glizzies I trust them the most
You better not trust a nigga that's toting a ghost
Hopped out on that nigga he thought he saw a ghost
I'm in love with her head 'bout to buy her some Louis
Estha that's my dog he be tryna go through
[?] my gun cross your face you better watch who your talking to uh
Two back-to-back we on the road
I'm out in public Amiri my clothes
You keep playing my go Amiri your bitch
He changed his life around after that nigga got hit
Nigga tripping I changed his dumbass with her mother
Bitch started playing dumb and I started playing dumber
Got ten on me look like I just hit the number
I got a bad bitch I had to put it on ice
Bitch you ain't nothing for real with that fake-ass ice
Thinking 'bout having a daughter and naming her Ice
I be fucking with Gucci 'cause I'm into slime
I told her she really want me to fuck her she gotta remind me (Hey boo)
Just got a brand new drop and I'm on it (On the men)
I be standing on business I been leaving her horny
I ain't gon' tip him we been alias plucking
Them APs bitch you be alias tuck 'em
[?] shit couldn't get no [?] his brother died
Go check the murder rate we the reason them numbers rise
This shit in this [?] the same size as a french fry
He knew it was me nigga tried to haul ass when we locked eyes

[Chorus: Cruddy Murda]
Lately I've been tripping only evil shit it make me happy
All all my opps been linking heard they're plotting, they're fake tryna down me
Alias smoke had to pay out the county
Smoke with the city I hope they don't doubt me
I'm not one of them so a bitch can't clown me
Count up that hundred so now I need more
Swing in that door better run in that building
If it wasn't for drank I'd have me a million
Fucking her right my name known in the building
When I'm doing the dash pray my cup don't spill
Her nigga get mad when it's time for the bills
This shit touch down like Josh with the Bills
This shit hit his body I bet he won't heal
I wanna free Pocketz he went on that hill