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crime rate - 22gz lyrics

[intro]
dzy on the beat
bands, bands
blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky
gang, gang, gang
grrrt

[chorus]
crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
pockets filled up with the benjamins, they plottin’
guapped up, h-lla fettuccini, f-ck the nonsense
opp n-gg- thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him
crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
pockets filled up with the benjamins, they plottin’
guapped up, h-lla fettuccini, f-ck the nonsense
opp n-gg- thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him

[verse 1]
opp n-gg-s never on nothing, i’m with the drama
catch a n-gg- lackin’, up the llama, drop him
i been stacking all this fettuccini, got my guap up
n-gg-s think it’s sweet ’til a real n-gg- pop up
split a n-gg- noodle, now his brains look like lobsters
i got a suburban full of shooters tryna pop somethin’
pockets filled, glock is near
b-tches freakin’, tryna top the kid
she a thotty b-tch, caught the top and slid

[verse 2]
let off, then we drippin’, my energy been different
thought he caught me slippin’, got four more in my smith an’
pull up with that wand, poof, that n-gg- missin’
that .40 and that nine look like two b-tches kissing
snipe him with a blicky, left him snoozed, he a victim
n-gg-s running rickey out they shoes, he was sprinting
if they askin’, we did it
y’all some youtube k!llers
say the streets a jungle
i’m with two gorillas (gang, gang, gang)

- 22gz lyrics

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