Lyrics Crud - Angel

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