
Crossout Bloody Jay (Ft. Ola Playa & Young Scooter)
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[Intro: Young Scooter & Bloody Jay]
Zaytoven
Yeah
[?]
Black Migo
[?]
[?]
[?] with me
[?]
[Chorus: Bloody Jay]
Tripple cross king, gotta cross a nigga out
I cross a nigga out, I cross a nigga out
All my niggas slime, I cross a nigga out
I cross a nigga out, I cross a nigga out
[?]
Cross a nigga out, cross a nigga out
Tripple cross king, cross a nigga out
Cross a nigga out, I cross a nigga out
[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
[?] in the streets, you get crossed out
I got major grams, nigga, prices that you dream about
[?] hit my phone, he say you ready to cross a nigga out?
Money money money, man, that's all us niggas think about
Ten thousand hundreds, that's a real dope boy [?]
Trophy for the kitchen, five years, used the same pot
Road runner Scooter, pull up with bricks at your spot
All these cars in my driveway, like a fucking lot
Know I stack my money, always got a lotta gwop
Money out the ceiling, block money get you crossed out
You know I had to go and cross a nigga when I fell off
Black Migo Gang, we get them bails off
In the streets, you get crossed out
Counting money til I pass out
Black Rari out the smash house
I'm turnt up, that's what they mad about
Zaytoven
Yeah
[?]
Black Migo
[?]
[?]
[?] with me
[?]
[Chorus: Bloody Jay]
Tripple cross king, gotta cross a nigga out
I cross a nigga out, I cross a nigga out
All my niggas slime, I cross a nigga out
I cross a nigga out, I cross a nigga out
[?]
Cross a nigga out, cross a nigga out
Tripple cross king, cross a nigga out
Cross a nigga out, I cross a nigga out
[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
[?] in the streets, you get crossed out
I got major grams, nigga, prices that you dream about
[?] hit my phone, he say you ready to cross a nigga out?
Money money money, man, that's all us niggas think about
Ten thousand hundreds, that's a real dope boy [?]
Trophy for the kitchen, five years, used the same pot
Road runner Scooter, pull up with bricks at your spot
All these cars in my driveway, like a fucking lot
Know I stack my money, always got a lotta gwop
Money out the ceiling, block money get you crossed out
You know I had to go and cross a nigga when I fell off
Black Migo Gang, we get them bails off
In the streets, you get crossed out
Counting money til I pass out
Black Rari out the smash house
I'm turnt up, that's what they mad about
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