Crime Scene

[Intro] (See this shit? It's gon' take us out of the ghetto) Mafia [Verse 1: Boldy James] Every time my line ring phones get to fightin' like I'm Don King (What else?) Since nineteen been involved in a crime ring High beams beamin' on a van, sellin' ice cream My ice blingin' and my lens clear as Visine Mike Green realest nigga ever that my eyes seen He the type to kill a nigga on a livestream Line clean, stick dirty but I ride clean Pitchin' flake with the Drac', no Hotline Bling (Cha-ching) Widescreen in the Wraith, me and Weinstein (Ayy) He tryna mingle with the gang and the slime king (Gang) Five things that I hate, it's LeBron team Wakin' up in cold sweats, frettin' to them sirens Hypes beggin' me for credit, still ain't clear their debt (At all) My favorite thing I love to make is a crime scene I made a runway model out of a prom queen Took over a whole town, started out with five fiends It's Blockworks (Let's get it) [Interlude] (Pure crystal) [Verse 2: Your Boy Posca (translated)] I pull up in a midnight-blue suit I make transactions in the morning, talkin’ coke, and late at night I’m speakin’ weed The day I get the Audemars, I’m gone I had dreams before, I made ’em real Now all I do is have nightmares Past midnight, 60 grams on me, no license when those bitches stop me Punishments ain’t the same anymore Don’t act tough, that’s not a Glock, it’s an Umarex Sold all night, slept 10 seconds, then I saw Marek 227/227 Mom asks me if I’m happy with this life, but I don’t wanna follow their recipe Stackin’ money is the canvas, it’s the Picasso We take your squad by force, leave bullet holes in these little assholes Young white boy started with an 8-ball Ended up the richest in his neighborhood All I see are actors like Druski I serve u wearing a Polo Stadium, you think I’m skiing My girl in doggystyle takes care of me and her Husky »