Cross Me

This the hardest tape I ever dropped

She the baddest I done ever hit

This the strongest pack I ever bought

This the fastest car I ever drove

I be having racks online, I got million-dollar schemes

I got Chrome Heart jeans and a Ruger with the beam, yeah

Vegan, *****, I don't eat no wings

Bae ridin' with me just to roll my weed

Yammin' on *****s like Joel Embiid

Was a young thug like Gotit and Keed

Foreign car crank up, it ain't got keys

A1 'za buds, they ain't got seeds

I just caught a play in a VLONE tee

Straight to the source, can't middle-man me

She ain't even charge, I just hit the ***** free

Eight to seven racks on me, all of 'em free

Couple BINs on me, check the fake ID

LV belt and a plain white tee

*****es hatin' on the kid, they wanna crucify me

I tapped out, wasn't satisfying me

You ain't gotta fake it, don't pacify me

If you ever try me, that's an R.I.P.

I thought you loved me

I thought you ****ed with me

You tried to cross me

You tried to off me

Black lives matter, so I'm burning black Runtz

Trap still jumping, made fifty this month

Big bag chillin' while I'm stuffin' my blunt

Big boy mansion, three whips in the front

My dawg just died, so we goin' on a hunt

***** gon' shoot, we ain't shootin' no one

Collectin' our straps, we ain't sellin' no gun

Workin' all day, we ain't havin' no fun

Weed fast, *****, gotta clear out my lungs

Heard he was tellin', gotta cut out his tongue

Go and get a bag, these *****s just bums

Ridin' 'round the city with a hundred-round drum

*****-ass *****, quit poppin' your gums

I just did an IJ for a hundred-and-some K

Eatin' every ****in' day like a ****in' entrée, yeah

Fifty-five racks in a Goyard bag

Put it on ice, you done made the opps mad

Finessed me a *****, oops, my bad

Pull up to the set in a Cadillac truck

With a Glock 9 tucked, gotta make these bucks

These rap *****s suck, if it's slumped, then it's up

She just want it hard 'cause she like it real rough

Old-school OG smell like must

Get to the money, yeah, *****, I must

Cheap 38 and the handle got rust

Everything turn gold that I touch

I thought you loved me

I thought you ****ed with me

You tried to cross me

You tried to off me

Black lives matter, so I'm burning black Runtz

Trap still jumping, made fifty this month

Big bag chillin' while I'm stuffin' my blunt

Big boy mansion, three whips in the front

My dawg just died, so we goin' on a hunt

***** gon' shoot, we ain't shootin' no one

Collectin' our straps, we ain't sellin' no gun

Workin' all day, we ain't havin' no fun

Weed fast, *****, gotta clear out my lungs

Heard he was tellin', gotta cut out his tongue

Go and get a bag, these *****s just bums

Ridin' 'round the city with a hundred-round drum

*****-ass *****, quit poppin' your gums