N2Sap - Crime Scene

Finna pop yo credit card like I'm Pablo Escobar
Trigger finger itchin finna show you what these switches are
Rookie of the year, bitch just call me the superstar
But you know I'm bout to punch yo debit card
Actin' like you tough, finna put you in the graveyard
Rap star, 2-0-1, but you know I had to self-guard
Threw her ass in the dumpster, that's called a discard
Pack up, punch a five-seven and call a ultraviolet
Run up on bro, snatch his chain, yeah
Ima rob it, got the iced out
Pendant, gotta admit, I'm too legit
Bitch made, boy, actin' like a dog, tell him, sit
Put a bounty on your head and gang send a hit
2Sap, gon' be at the top, real soon
Beat flowin' on these beats like some water
No auto-tune, look over rap game
like a Chinese spy balloon
Gettin' turned off, double X, Dos Equis
Puffin on exotic burner, got my eyes lookin' Chinese
Not no Yao Ming, money big as hell, just like a oak tree
Bullets hit him in the back, make him turn 50 degree
Count the bullets up, motherfucker, it's like one, two, three
Had to throw a banger of a party like it's Jubilee
Fly a private jet to the courthouse like I'm Biden
Spend a dub on a kicks they so drippy like Poseidon
Mop his ass up after I'm done
Call it custodian, hit you with the pole
And I had to hit the road again
Had to murder this track like name osama bin
Twirly-whirly how I'm feelin' off the whiskey room
Finna spin, BANOM switch this shit
Had to shed some of y'all off like its snakeskin
Orange Hi-C in the Wocky, it's sharp like a shark fin
Looked in my bank account and it's full of Benjamins
Rhyming all these words like it's the Evil Twins
Call me Magic Johnson, the way I got five champ rings
Just pulled up to B-dubs, boutta get some lemon pepper wings
Devil lookin' at me, watchin' me come out all sins
Finna open the credit site, gotta punch some bins
Gonna come down your chimney, rob your ass like the Grinch
Tryna brew some potions in the pot like a wizard witch
Had to switch the flow up, know I had to change the pitch
If you snitch on the gang, we gon' sew them lips
Yellow diamonds on my neck like solar eclipse
Call up, plug ask hi- like, nah, fuck that flow man
Shootin' off into outer space like I'm Johnny Test
X marks the spot on the map, that's a hidden chest
Better stop cappin' on my name is what suggest
Talkin' on my name, you gon' have to wear a bullet
Rappin this song with ease, didn't even break a sweat
Gonna get you smoked like a Marlboro cigarette
When I fuck your bitch, I know you gon' be so upset
Speedin' down the highway in a V12 Corvette
Me and gang spin around town yeah, we a threat
Too much closure on you ain't even met
Remember that you gon' always be broke
Don't forget, sorry that I punched your credit card
Now you in cripplin' debt

Written by:
Nathan Stevens

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