Crime Rate lyrics

[Intro]
Dzy on the beat
Bands, bands
Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky
Gang, gang, gang
Grrrt

[Chorus]
Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plottin'
Guapped up, hella fettuccini, f*ck the nonsense
Opp n*gga thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him
Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plottin'
Guapped up, hella fettuccini, f*ck the nonsense
Opp n*gga thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him

[Verse 1]
Opp n*ggas never on nothing, I'm with the drama
Catch a n*gga lackin', up the llama, drop him
I been stacking all this fettuccini, got my guap up
n*ggas think it's sweet 'til a real n*gga pop up
Split a n*gga noodle, now his brains look like lobsters
I got a Suburban full of shooters tryna pop somethin'
Pockets filled, Glock is near
b*tches freakin', tryna top the kid
She a thotty b*tch, caught the top and slid
[Chorus]
Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plottin'
Guapped up, hella fettuccini, f*ck the nonsense
Opp n*gga thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him
Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plottin'
Guapped up, hella fettuccini, f*ck the nonsense
Opp n*gga thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him

[Verse 2]
Let off, then we drippin', my energy been different
Thought he caught me slippin', got four more in my Smith an'
Pull up with that wand, poof, that n*gga missin'
That .40 and that nine look like two b*tches kissing
Snipe him with a blicky, left him snoozed, he a victim (Yeah)
n*ggas running Rickey out they shoes, he was sprinting
If they askin', we did it
Y'all some YouTube killers (Y'all some YouTube killers, boom, boom, boom)
Say the streets a jungle
I'm with two gorillas (I'm with two gorillas, gang, gang, gang)

[Chorus]
Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plottin'
Guapped up, hella fettuccini, f*ck the nonsense
Opp n*gga thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him
Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plottin'
Guapped up, hella fettuccini, f*ck the nonsense
Opp n*gga thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him