Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Issa Crime, artist - UnoTheActivist.
Date of issue: 22.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Issa Crime |
You hit the dope and it might hurt your stomach, you hit the gas, |
now you out like Creed |
I get you whacked for a lil' bit of money, he turn to rat for a lil' bit of |
cheese |
All of the opp hoes come to out back, 'cause on your head, I sprinkled a lil' |
cheese |
I got some bowls, it’s out in the back, I get it off thirty-one, thirty-three |
Pull up to your house and I’m cleaning it up, I’m spraying it down, |
I ain’t talking Febreeze |
No, I ain’t answer, I’m dealing with shit, everybody always think that I be free |
They calling him Rick, he thinking he slick |
Put pumps to his chest, now I told him to breathe |
I’m rocking the Rick right down to the kicks |
You looked at my shoes, thought it was McQueen |
He made the wrong move, put him in the box, add a logo on it, call it Supreme |
I got a Gucci logo on my socks, I take my shoes off and |
They act like it’s a crime just 'cause I was doing me (Swear) |
Act like it’s a crime just 'cause I be doing me (Swear) |
Said they want some of my time, told 'em, «It ain’t nothing free» (Dig) |
Said, I get to the bag, period, you boys not hearing me (Dig) |
Told that bitch to shut up, now that bitch is hearing me |
She gon' get to the bag, period, or she can’t be here with me |
I was rocking Fear of God, these niggas was fearing me |
I can’t fuck with all of these bitches, |
my energy |
I’ma cool with |
, still swooping up enemies |
If he a friend of all my enemies, can’t be a friend of me |
I can’t trust a soul, my partner tried putting an end to me |
I can’t talk to the ho, damn it, I don’t know what got into me (Dig) |
Ho |
Ho |
Ho |
Ho |
I know my ho’s got hoes mad |
They wanna be her so bad |
I’m stepping on niggas like floor mats |
I’m asking, «Can I have my flows back?» |
I’m on the block like the old Shaq |
Put him on the spot with some Windex |
I hit the dope, I’m trying to get my wind back |
I took an L, but I got my win back |
They act like it’s a crime just 'cause I was doing me (What?) |
Act like it’s a crime just 'cause I be doing me (Dig) |
Said they want some of my time, told 'em, «It ain’t nothing free» (Swear) |
Said, I get to the bag, period, you boys not hearing me (Swear) |
Yeah, shout out to lil' Virgil, I got Diors on my feet (Swear) |
And that dope is a lil' off white, I ain’t talking 'bout no tees (Let's go) |
You hit the dope and it might hurt your stomach, you hit the gas, |
now you out like Creed |
I get you whacked for a lil' bit of money, he turn to rat for a lil' bit of |
cheese |