Cash BFD - Crime Partners (feat. C Nellz)

Look around youll see I got the goons with me
And real talk its nothing you could do with me
Red dot to ya team give ya crew hickies
Big cal to ya big face thats the new fifty
Im from the block where these niggas keep the mac dumping
You aint a real hustler if you never stack nothing
Ask sav how we used to have the crack pumping
Metal arms like jax when i had the trap jumping
You cant ride if you wasnt on feet with us
If you aint starve with us than you cant eat with us
All these rap niggas used to wanna beef with us
Now they sucking dick cuz these labels wanna meet with us
The nine come with two m's they smoking twins
Put the scope on these rap niggas and focus in
My murder swag is cuff trues on open timbs
Abandoned buildings crack vials and broken stems
Twenty fives the bid they demand you tell
How you miss the indictment you had ya hands in sales
Fed cameras you know them grams and scales
Must be had some loose screws now meet the hammer nellz
For playing pac gone have them semis spitting
Coming out the studio gone meet ya jimmy henchmen
Its business with no doctors we fill prescriptions
The difference you biggin up hustlers that's still snitching
Am i my brothers keeper yes the fuck i am
Ill have them goons follow you like its the fucking gram
Like bobby johnson out the car with the fucking can
And ask budah he'll tell you im the fucking man
Harlem nights already proved that we really hood
Me and nellz crime partners and im billy good
If i say ill break ya jaw than i really would
My barber got a mean right if you think you suge
You can get robbed nigga for your jesus face
These fake ballers out here never seen with cake
For that bread without a doubt ima squeeze the eight
Ill split a nigga like a philly if its cheese at steak
I wake up every morning to a sour high
Rosarys on my neck thank god that im alive
Yellow rice is the side right by the homicide
Slinging chicken and pies right out of mama fried
Bars for days punches for nights
I used to air macs when you was running ya nikes
We cut from a different cloth we nothing alike
So tell meek these dreams im chasing is coming to life
Its levels to this shit im where the ghetto is
Full jacket metal kids cash where my desert is
We in to sticking up dons for kilos
Chicken parmesan off pleasant ave at rios

Written by:
curtis little

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