Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crud, artist - Angel. Date of issue: 18.05.2017
Song language: English
Crud |
| Running up and down out on everythin' |
| I be chilling in the trap with my nigga, hella weed and a hella drink |
| And I ain’t gotta tell you what I’m doing, what I’m doing is irrelevant |
| Plus you know I’m shottin' on the low, the police have intelligence |
| And you know I’ve got the glove on in the crud, I ain’t leaving no evidence |
| And I bet you never know, I’m doing road when I pulled looking innocent |
| If you touch me I can have you on your toes like a maniac, maniac |
| You already know it’s the top that we aiming at, aiming at |
| Rolling up the trees like it’s medicine |
| All my niggas up and down in the block, they be feeding the residents |
| I just left my nigga Swizz couple beats, with a spliff that was elegant |
| And every time I see the 5-O, I kinda freeze and get hesitant |
| Ohh, ohh, ohh |
| Back a front line, that’s the regular |
| Tryna get a dollar, get a pound |
| ‘Cause we ain’t getting nothing when them gates close |
| 'Memba how I used to run around, I can get you head up on my say so |
| (Woah) I just wanna buy my mum a house |
| I know that it’s gon' be worth the wait, though |
| Why they hell you think I run around |
| ‘Cause I been tryna stack up on my weight |
| Running up and down out on everythin' |
| I be chilling in the trap with my nigga, hella weed and a hella drink |
| And I ain’t gotta tell you what I’m doing, what I’m doing is irrelevant |
| Plus you know I’m shottin' on the low, the police have intelligence |
| And you know I’ve got the glove on in the crud, I ain’t leaving no evidence |
| And I bet you never know, I’m doing road when I pull looking innocent |
| If you touch me I can have you on your toes like a maniac, maniac |
| You already know it’s the top talk that we aiming at, aiming at |
| You know I put my girl on a pedestal |
| If you ever come to mine, you gon' run into my nine, man I’m telling you |
| Better miss me with that shit |
| Man I’m all about my bitch, she ain’t into you |
| ‘Cause she know she similar to me, she ain’t down with no interviews |
| Ohh, ohh, ohh |
| Check the phone ringing that’s the cellular |
| Tryna' get a dollar, get a pound |
| ‘Cause we ain’t getting nothing when them gates close |
| 'Memba how I used to run around, I can get you head up on my say so |
| (Woah) I just wanna buy my mum a house |
| I know that it’s gon' be worth the wait, though |
| Why they hell you think I run around |
| ‘Cause I been tryna stack up on my weight |
| Running up and down out on everythin' |
| I be chilling in the trap with my nigga, hella weed and a hella drink |
| And I ain’t gotta tell you what I’m doing, what I’m doing is irrelevant |
| Plus you know I’m shottin' on the low, the police have intelligence |
| And you know I’ve got the glove on in the crud, I ain’t leaving no evidence |
| And I bet you never know, I’m doing road when I pull looking innocent |
| If you touch me I can have you on your toes like a maniac, maniac |
| You already know, it’s the top that we aiming at, aiming at |