ImRoccWit2Cs - Fly Ass Crip Lyrics

Yeah
Like bitch ImRoccWit2Cs
Verzz!
(Im known to let that Mac Fly just like my nigga Doe)

I thought about icing my wrist
So I went and Copped me a Rollie
I thought about buying a whip
Until the Lil Homies Had went out and stole it
Y'all niggas still pay for the V.I.P
But I know the niggas that own it
Everyday bitch I'm ballin like Kobe
You broke boys still live in the moment
These niggas they mad they sick
Me, I'm a FLY ASS CRIP
Run up with the stick get Hit
I Got a pump that will make him do flips
Without trying, I'm taking his bitch
And my diamonds bright as it gets
Like flies, ya boy is the shit
Don't try you know what it is

Watch these broke niggas trip
These niggas really Hate cause they see I'm a FLY ASS CRIP
And these niggas really Hate cause their main bitch on my dick
And I walk with a limp cause my pockets full of blue chips
And you walk with a limp cause your ass got hit, Lil Bitch
Aye nigga what you really wanna do, Wes Craccin
Westside Nifty Fifties young nigga, yea I'm really Groove
And if you got a problem wit me, I got a gang of niggas that shoot
From the Nawf, to the East, to the South, to the West, Whats Happenin
Whats Craccin, God damn He gonna make me toe tag em
Wes Wes lil nigga
You better say it with your chest lil nigga
You better get you a helmet cause f*cking wit me you won't need you a vest young nigga
I'll leave you dead in the street if you approaching me and you aint coming left young nigga
Somebody get the chalk, He tried to flex on me idk what he thought
I saw the broke nigga conversating with the law
He Came around the block and got ate by the Hogs
You're frail and you're weak, boy you aint up to par
I might give a nigga 4 like I'm playing Top Golf
I make your girl Go-ku Cause she stay Draggin balls
Plus she likes to throw it back so we call her Criss-Cross
If your ass aint trying to go home pissed off
You better keep her from the Grooves, cause they will pick off
Now the nigga looking at me like damn I hate y'all
He saw me in a Wraith and I had to skurt off
3, 2, 1 hit the gas, take off
Im a H in the stars, Astros baseball
The choppa gonna bite boy I know you hate dogs
Boy don't play in my city
And if you do f*ck around, you better keep from the fifties

I thought about icing my wrist
So I went and Copped me a Rollie
I thought about buying a whip
Until the Lil Homies Had went out and stole it
Y'all niggas still pay for the V.I.P
But I know the niggas that own it
Everyday bitch I'm ballin like Kobe
You broke boys still live in the moment
These niggas they mad they sick
Me, I'm a FLY ASS CRIP
Run up with the stick get Hit
I Got a pump that will make him do flips
Without trying , I'm taking his bitch
And my diamonds bright as it gets
Like flies, ya boy is the shit
Don't try you know what it is