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[Verse 1: Kodak Black & Lil Crix]

He on a plate, he ate

Niggas keep dyin' that way, keep fryin' that way

Niggas gettin' fried like chicken and shit

KFC, nigga, we kill 'em for Crix

Hit a nigga ass with a three-piece combo, his mom, his bro, his sis

Got an opp bitch in the back of the Rolls

I better not see a nigga crackin' no fours (Let's go)

[Chorus: Lil Crix]

Give me a play, I bet I'ma flip that

I'm in the hood, ridin' 'round with a six-pack

I got a Glock with a beam

If I catch an opp, he gon' scream

I got them zoes on my team

Just made six hundred off streams

Just made six hundred off streams (And we throwin' that bitch to the trap, on gang)

Let's go

[Verse 2: Lil Crix]

It's crazy, I came here from nothin', now I walk around, I'm the motherfuckin' man in my city

I show a nigga no pity, your mama, your brother, your sistеr, your kids, your bitties

I don't give a fuck who you call, a nigga can nevеr say that Lil Crix assed out

I drop an opp like he passed out

Two kids and his hoes, throw his ass in a blunt, gassed out (Let's go)

When I'm all in public, that heater tucked

On Blood, y'all know how I give it up

I don't give a fuck who you with

I ain't sparin' shit

Cashin' that bag like Allstate

Burn like some plastic in broad day

Bullets make you sing like Rod Wave

M16, they all spray

New Versaces, all suede

Ten Piguets, they all ways

Six thots, they all slay, ayy

[Interlude: Lil Crix]

They ask me, like, why I don't be social

Like, why I don't be talkin'

I told they ass, "Man, [?][0:55] shit for sure"

These peons will know what a six pack is, that's seventy-two ounces

But, gang, let's get it piped up

On gang (Gang)

Let's go

[Chorus: Lil Crix]

Give me a play, I bet I'ma flip that

I'm in the hood, ridin' 'round with a six-pack

I got a Glock with a beam

If I catch an opp, he gon' scream

I got them zoes on my team

Just made six hundred off streams

Just made six hundred off streams (And we throwin' that bitch to the trap)

Let's go

[Verse 3: Lil Crix]

I don't even cap on no beat, on blood, you payin' for this fee

What I look like payin' for a fee?

Nine Trey, don't get put on a tee

Lil' bro in your bush like a bee

This MAC have you shot like a tree, yeah

Tag beat a bitch, Ray Rice, don't play with your life like dice, nigga

You better think twice, nigga, 'cause I'll pay the price, nigga

Know some young niggas that's itchin' for bodies, when they see you, it's on sight

Fifteen, seen my first body, I ain't never look back, that's why I keep a strap on my hip

Diss, get shot on your lip

I'm blowin' shit off the rip (Ayy)

Got twenty in this clip

Never catch me in no zip

I can get bag like new chips or flip the new whip

I'm puttin' crackers on watch 'cause I keep a gun

This drill shit ain't fun, nigga