Crime Rate - 22gz

Dzy on the beat

Bands, bands

Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky

Gang, gang, gang

Grrrt

Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers

Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plottin'

Guapped up, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense

Opp nigga 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, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense

Opp nigga thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him

Opp niggas never on nothing, I’m with the drama

Catch a nigga lackin', up the llama, drop him

I been stacking all this fettuccini, got my guap up

Niggas think it’s sweet 'til a real nigga pop up

Split a nigga noodle, now his brains look like lobsters

I got a Suburban full of shooters tryna pop somethin'

Pockets filled, Glock is near

Bitches freakin', tryna top the kid

She a thotty bitch, caught the top and slid

Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers

Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plottin'

Guapped up, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense

Opp nigga 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, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense

Opp nigga thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him

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 nigga missin'

That .40 and that nine look like two bitches kissing

Snipe him with a blicky, left him snoozed, he a victim

Niggas running Rickey out they shoes, he was sprinting

If they askin', we did it

Y’all some YouTube killers

Say the streets a jungle

I’m with two gorillas (Gang, gang, gang)

Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers

Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plottin'

Guapped up, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense

Opp nigga 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, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense

Opp nigga thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him