Life of Crime (Explicit)

作词 : Tyquain Bowman/Neil Harris/Joseph Nguyen

作曲 : Tyquain Bowman/Neil Harris/Joseph Nguyen

(This Neil on the track)

The soul soldier, ha

Nigga, ain't no cap in that

Loud up them clips, ha

Ever since that nigga died from off that side, they claim that's my fault

Don't bring your ass outside if you ain't 'bout it, we gon' draw that white chalk

Wrong or right, my niggas stepping, we don't really like y'all

He play with us, we bust his ****ing metal rim and turn them lights off

I'm from the city of Savannah where we die all the time

Shoot at your mama, kill your par'ts every time they come 'cross the line

I feel like Soulja Slim and Pac, I live the life of crime

I'm scared to put some pennies in the streets 'cause they might drop a dime

They think 'bout playing with Big Perc they going in the dirt

I'm in they section on a bike, they come to my side, I swear I'm shooting first

This Smith & Wesson let off lights, on my life you going on a shirt

You air my name to get some likes, on your life, you going in the dirt

I like to **** on her pussy every time I'm on Percs

I told her bend that ass over, go on and make that thing squirt

Two double cups, I'm sipping Tech, I sipped the soda then burped

Send my lil' nigga to the west, I make him take all they work

He rode his bike through over, thought I tried to blow the bike off

My niggas itching like some pests, swear they can't wait to bite y'all

I got no love for a *****, no, I won't never wife y'all

So many times I walked that line, locked behind a white wall

I got a drop on all them niggas, we gon' burn up they trap

We on the 3rd with hella pistols, y'all drive by then get clapped

Don't make us pull up on y'all block then take a pic on the ave

I put this **** in VVSs, rolling like I'm handicapped

Ever since that nigga died from off that side, they claim that's my fault

Don't bring your ass outside if you ain't 'bout it, we gon' draw that white chalk

Wrong or right, my niggas stepping, we don't really like y'all

He play with us, we bust his ****ing metal rim and turn them lights off

I'm from the city of Savannah where we die all the time

Shoot at your mama, kill your par'ts every time they come 'cross the line

I feel like Soulja Slim and Pac, I live the life of crime

I'm scared to put some pennies in the streets 'cause they might drop a dime