Cross (feat. Grams2x)

I'm finna ball hard D Rose
These niggas fake, these niggas they told
I put the big drip on my toes
She all in my face she won't leave me alone
Yeah I'm a saint, I'm rocking Vlone
We outta space, UFO
All of this drip I control

I put a cross on my back
Yeah you never get attached
Yeah I got them racks
Yeah I got them rack
We in the lamb, we do the dash
We doing shit we never look back
We chasing the sack
Aint no cap in my rap
Expensive vehicles
We count our residuals
Might keep me a bitch or two
They wanna dress and move like me
These niggas not me at all
Im finna stack and get a new house, no doubt

You take that cap, put straight on yo head
Look at the vibes logo, yeah its red
I'm with my brothers we count up the deads
I said fuck 12 they cant get me in the cell
If we see 12 them my niggas gonna bail
That love you giving, I thought it was real
I cannot help that a nigga is rare
A nigga is rare
I don't care
The love that you give
These niggas they see me, stop and stare
Got the Supreme on my underwear
We throwing dubs all in the air
I guess that girl thought she was gonna stunt on me like oh really
Lil bitch you so silly (So silly, you funny)
Got this Ice on me I'm so chilly (So chilly, I'm stunning)
Im hot like a skillet
My flow is so illest
I fuck on yo mistress
I get it, I get it
Lets go

I put a cross on my back
Yeah you never get attached
Yeah I got them racks
Yeah I got them rack
We in the lamb, we do the dash
We doing shit we never look back
We chasing the sack
Aint no cap in my rap
Expensive vehicles
We count our residuals
Might keep me a bitch or two
They wanna dress and move like me
These niggas not me at all
Im finna stack and get a new house, no doubt

No doubt, I knew I would figure it out
She told me pull up, I'm in route
I put the dick all in her mouth
I want the checks, not the clout
Hop in the plane, I'm up with the clouds
Racks in my jeans, I walk with a slouch
I got the gas that put you in the couch
But anyways, It's a new day
All these chains like I'm a slave
Im just getting to the money, fuck what these bitch niggas say
I'm just counting up the money, spent it all in one day
That's yo bitch she steady calling, better get her out my face
Yeah, yeah
Yeah we grinding to the top
Take off like a rocket ship, we going far
Now my pockets filled with knots, yeah Ima ball
Yeah Ima ball, yeah Ima ball

I put a cross on my back
Yeah you never get attached
Yeah I got them racks
Yeah I got them rack
We in the lamb, we do the dash
We doing shit we never look back
We chasing the sack
Aint no cap in my rap
Expensive vehicles
We count our residuals
Might keep me a bitch or two
They wanna dress and move like me
These niggas not me at all
Im finna stack and get a new house, no doubt