Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crime Rate , by - 22gz. Song from the album The Blixky Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 18.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Crime Rate |
| 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 |