[Yo who made this, King Bain on the beat so you know you bouta turn up]
Aye
Criss-cross
Im mixing ya girl like apple sauce
No ine rick ross, but they call me boss
I switch up the flow, make um hit the woah
I run in yo spot, make em hit the flo'
There's the door, yeah I'm out
Bad lil mami and she from the south
But ya know she got a smart mouth
Aye, aye
Outta my way
Yo who that, yo that king
I might go chill with bae
Every night everyday
I'm just tryna find a way
I'm the apex, you the prey
No Orton, no randy
Know a baddie call her candy
And she love to get touchy
She wanna touch up all on me
For the success I am hungry
And I do for my country
No I do it for my family
And they bouta be fans of me
But that ain't gone get to my head
Humbly raised, humble to my end
Criss-cross, I'm bringing it back
Reloading the track like a Mac 10
I had to run it back
Spin the block and had to kill it again
Open up let me in
It's my time, kick the door in (Boom)
Make sumn shake, like it's a earthquake
Break up the place when we step in
Turn back now cause this is ya dead end
Criss-cross
Im mixing ya girl like apple sauce
No ine rick ross, but they call me boss
I switch up the flow, make um hit the woah
I run in yo spot, make em hit the flo'
There's the door, yeah I'm out
Bad lil mami and she from the south
But ya know she got a smart mouth
Aye
Flipped ya girl like mattress
I'm taking off with speed like I got to go
I'm turning up like some fire
I'm bringing the heat, yeah I'm good with the beats
Ya girl taste like a treat, yeah she absolutely sweet
Got a pistol like Pete
Pack it in, let it blow
Say she like how I dance, make her pay onlyfans
Yo don't you got a man
Yeah nigga I'm the man
Yes Sam, I am
King Bain on the beat
I'm picking her up and we leaving at three
Criss-cross
Im mixing ya girl like apple sauce
No ine rick ross, but they call me boss
I switch up the flow, make um hit the woah
I run in yo spot, make em hit the flo'
There's the door, yeah I'm out
Bad lil mami and she from the south
But ya know she got a smart mouth
Aye, aye
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[Yo who made this, King Bain on the beat so you know you bouta turn up]
Aye
Criss-cross
Im mixing ya girl like apple sauce
No ine rick ross, but they call me boss
I switch up the flow, make um hit the woah
I run in yo spot, make em hit the flo'
There's the door, yeah I'm out
Bad lil mami and she from the south
But ya know she got a smart mouth
Aye, aye
Outta my way
Yo who that, yo that king
I might go chill with bae
Every night everyday
I'm just tryna find a way
I'm the apex, you the prey
No Orton, no randy
Know a baddie call her candy
And she love to get touchy
She wanna touch up all on me
For the success I am hungry
And I do for my country
No I do it for my family
And they bouta be fans of me
But that ain't gone get to my head
Humbly raised, humble to my end
Criss-cross, I'm bringing it back
Reloading the track like a Mac 10
I had to run it back
Spin the block and had to kill it again
Open up let me in
It's my time, kick the door in (Boom)
Make sumn shake, like it's a earthquake
Break up the place when we step in
Turn back now cause this is ya dead end
Criss-cross
Im mixing ya girl like apple sauce
No ine rick ross, but they call me boss
I switch up the flow, make um hit the woah
I run in yo spot, make em hit the flo'
There's the door, yeah I'm out
Bad lil mami and she from the south
But ya know she got a smart mouth
Aye
Flipped ya girl like mattress
I'm taking off with speed like I got to go
I'm turning up like some fire
I'm bringing the heat, yeah I'm good with the beats
Ya girl taste like a treat, yeah she absolutely sweet
Got a pistol like Pete
Pack it in, let it blow
Say she like how I dance, make her pay onlyfans
Yo don't you got a man
Yeah nigga I'm the man
Yes Sam, I am
King Bain on the beat
I'm picking her up and we leaving at three
Criss-cross
Im mixing ya girl like apple sauce
No ine rick ross, but they call me boss
I switch up the flow, make um hit the woah
I run in yo spot, make em hit the flo'
There's the door, yeah I'm out
Bad lil mami and she from the south
But ya know she got a smart mouth
Aye, aye
Aye
Criss-cross
Im mixing ya girl like apple sauce
No ine rick ross, but they call me boss
I switch up the flow, make um hit the woah
I run in yo spot, make em hit the flo'
There's the door, yeah I'm out
Bad lil mami and she from the south
But ya know she got a smart mouth
Aye, aye
Outta my way
Yo who that, yo that king
I might go chill with bae
Every night everyday
I'm just tryna find a way
I'm the apex, you the prey
No Orton, no randy
Know a baddie call her candy
And she love to get touchy
She wanna touch up all on me
For the success I am hungry
And I do for my country
No I do it for my family
And they bouta be fans of me
But that ain't gone get to my head
Humbly raised, humble to my end
Criss-cross, I'm bringing it back
Reloading the track like a Mac 10
I had to run it back
Spin the block and had to kill it again
Open up let me in
It's my time, kick the door in (Boom)
Make sumn shake, like it's a earthquake
Break up the place when we step in
Turn back now cause this is ya dead end
Criss-cross
Im mixing ya girl like apple sauce
No ine rick ross, but they call me boss
I switch up the flow, make um hit the woah
I run in yo spot, make em hit the flo'
There's the door, yeah I'm out
Bad lil mami and she from the south
But ya know she got a smart mouth
Aye
Flipped ya girl like mattress
I'm taking off with speed like I got to go
I'm turning up like some fire
I'm bringing the heat, yeah I'm good with the beats
Ya girl taste like a treat, yeah she absolutely sweet
Got a pistol like Pete
Pack it in, let it blow
Say she like how I dance, make her pay onlyfans
Yo don't you got a man
Yeah nigga I'm the man
Yes Sam, I am
King Bain on the beat
I'm picking her up and we leaving at three
Criss-cross
Im mixing ya girl like apple sauce
No ine rick ross, but they call me boss
I switch up the flow, make um hit the woah
I run in yo spot, make em hit the flo'
There's the door, yeah I'm out
Bad lil mami and she from the south
But ya know she got a smart mouth
Aye, aye
Writer: Darren Bain
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