Jackie Chan Cody Manson

[Intro: Cody Manson]
This is $crim Beat!
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[Chorus: Cody Manson]
I was kickin' doors like I'm Jackie Chan (I was kickin' doors)
Wa-Wavin' the .44 like I'm Son of Sam (Wave that .44)
I-I-I'll lay you down if it's about some fans (Get down on the floor)
C-C-Countin' dirty money, never wash my hands (I'm about that dough)
I was kickin' doors like I'm Jackie Chan (I was kickin' doors)
Wa-Wavin' the .44 like I'm Son of Sam (Wave that .44)
I-I-I'll lay you down if it's about some fans (Get down on the floor)
C-C-Countin' dirty money, never wash my hands

[Verse 1: Cody Manson]
I'll be the first one to admit I was a piece of shit (For real)
I set him up through a bitch, now she laid up in his crib (Yeah)
He thinkin' that they in love, he don't know that he just a lick (Naw)
Shе text me, told me it's a go, but kick thе door while she suckin' his dick
Lai-Lai-Laid him facedown on the ground (On the ground)
Grabbed that bitch up by her hair then shoved a barrel in her mouth
Told her open up the safe and show me where he hide them pounds
Shot them both in the face 'cause if they talk we goin' down
I'm 'bout to rob my plug, R.I.P to Fredo (R.I.P.)
I keep - I keep a couple demons with me hitting licks like they on payroll
He don't listen, pistol whip him, bust his head like a tomato (Yeah)
One way or another, bitch, I'm leaving with your bankroll (That's all mine)
That's why you shouldn't flex up on the gram (Nah)
You might just get set up by your right hand man (For real)
You fake it till you make it so they think you got them bands (But what?)
But you just lost your life for a hundred bucks and a couple grams (Damn)