Crystal Controls Nym Lo & Statik Selektah (Ft. Rome Streetz)
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[Intro: Nym Lo]
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Statik Selektah
[Chorus: Nym Lo]
In and out the projects, money in and out my pockets
Judges fillin' up they dockets, foreign car I love to drop it
Crystal controls, that's in the cockpit
Money over bitches, mob shit
In and out the projects, money in and out my pockets
Judges fillin' up they dockets, foreign car I love to drop it (Foreign cars)
Crystal controls, that's in the cockpit
Money over bitches, mob shit
[Verse 1: Nym Lo]
Feelin' like Tony Soprano avoidin' pianos (Why?)
'Cause the boss never tossed the keys (Ha)
Forty bands in my dungarees
Big truck when I pull up like a Hummer V
Duckin' D's, brother please
She tryna get ahead, so she suckin' the seed
I'm tryna get some head 'cause fuckin' with me
That's how she gon' fuckin' succeed
We been stuck in the P's, I got twenty off that hunnid a B (Facts)
And we called the park the dust head, middle finger fuck feds
You tried to get some money on my side, then we gon' bump heads
Numbers that we did was astronomical, numbers that y'all did was comical
Presidential, I brought Obama through
Bussin' the wristes got me fuckin' ya bitches (Bling)
Felt like coach was too small, we was stuck in the trenches
What's up with these niggas? They front then it's up with these niggas (Brr)
Pour out Henny, tilt the cups for these niggas, Lo
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Statik Selektah
[Chorus: Nym Lo]
In and out the projects, money in and out my pockets
Judges fillin' up they dockets, foreign car I love to drop it
Crystal controls, that's in the cockpit
Money over bitches, mob shit
In and out the projects, money in and out my pockets
Judges fillin' up they dockets, foreign car I love to drop it (Foreign cars)
Crystal controls, that's in the cockpit
Money over bitches, mob shit
[Verse 1: Nym Lo]
Feelin' like Tony Soprano avoidin' pianos (Why?)
'Cause the boss never tossed the keys (Ha)
Forty bands in my dungarees
Big truck when I pull up like a Hummer V
Duckin' D's, brother please
She tryna get ahead, so she suckin' the seed
I'm tryna get some head 'cause fuckin' with me
That's how she gon' fuckin' succeed
We been stuck in the P's, I got twenty off that hunnid a B (Facts)
And we called the park the dust head, middle finger fuck feds
You tried to get some money on my side, then we gon' bump heads
Numbers that we did was astronomical, numbers that y'all did was comical
Presidential, I brought Obama through
Bussin' the wristes got me fuckin' ya bitches (Bling)
Felt like coach was too small, we was stuck in the trenches
What's up with these niggas? They front then it's up with these niggas (Brr)
Pour out Henny, tilt the cups for these niggas, Lo
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