Crew lyrics

[Hook 1: Sample from Buckshot on Black Moon’s “I Got Cha Opin (Remix)”] (x2)
Me and my crew walk the streets at night
Like looking for the right one, baby

[Verse 1: Apathy]
You better watch your mouth
Get carried away and you'll get carried out
It's the king of Connecticut, looking very Sperry-ed out
You just gotta buy the album to find out my whereabouts
And you could tie me to a sail but still never air me out
Summertime, I let the Beemer out, make 'em scream and shout
You the type of ratchet b*tches they be making memes about
Throw some holy water on 'em, gotta get them demons out
Pat these b*tches on the back, they’ll spit a little semen out
Bang bang, shots fired, but you scared to say my name
Suckers trying to block my lane like drink service on a plane
Groupies trying to give me brain like The Beatles “Penny Lane”
Every lame trying to play me they songs, it's all the same
And it's funny how these trashy b*tches call each other basic
Like Medusa with a mirror ‘cause they're terrified to face it
b*tch, go get a face lift. Better yet, go get a spaceship
I'll shoot you to the moon with one boom when the bass hit
Bukkake till your face drips, so go ahead and taste it
That's a million children I just wasted, so don't waste it
These white girls is wasted, flaky, Space Cases
They dropping N-bombs like they racist
All day, while...
[Hook 1: Sample from Buckshot on Black Moon’s “I Got Cha Opin (Remix)”] (x2)
Me and my crew walk the streets at night
Like looking for the right one, baby

[Hook 2: Sample from Stephanie Mills’s “You and I”]
You and I could be together for all...

[Hook 1: Sample from Buckshot on Black Moon’s “I Got Cha Opin (Remix)”] (x2)
Me and my crew walk the streets at night
Like looking for the right one, baby

[Verse 2: Suave-Ski]
Rolling downtown, trying to find another bird
Watch the whip swerve, observe the suave flow of words
Pull up to the curb, curvy made her curtsy in a summer dress
Unimpressed, I just want to see shorty come undressed
c*mming on her breasts ‘cause I heard that c*m on the flesh
Is way better than lotion. I'm so cunning and fresh
And now that Suave's on the job, tricks slob on my knob
Y'all are frogs on a log trying to swallow pollywogs
I'm a problem for blogs, bust globs on a blonde
Make her ass jiggle like fat blobs get a job
Take some groupies to the movies then to Ruby Tuesdays
And make them do me two ways. I'm too blazed
I get away like a ghost—that's how it's supposed to go
I see it, I want it, I beat it, I'm running
Man I never ever host these hoes
I di*k 'em, I diss 'em, dismiss 'em, don't miss 'em
Play your position. I'm fixing the system. b*tches don't listen
Tuck in your lip and quit tripping
Just strip and get tipped and listen to me ripping this sh*t
The illest to spit. I'll evict a video vixen out the crib like the rent’s late
The anti-Drake, the as*h*le all your friends hate ‘cause...
[Hook 1: Sample from Buckshot on Black Moon’s “I Got Cha Opin (Remix)”] (x2)
Me and my crew walk the streets at night
Like looking for the right one, baby

[Hook 2: Sample from Stephanie Mills’s “You and I”]
You and I could be together for all...

[Hook 1: Sample from Buckshot on Black Moon’s “I Got Cha Opin (Remix)”] (x4)
Me and my crew walk the streets at night
Like looking for the right one, baby

[Hook 2: Sample from Stephanie Mills’s “You and I”]
You and I could be together for all...