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 »