Messin’ With My Cru Akinyele (Ft. Alisha Hill)

[Chorus: Alisha Hill]
Messin' with my cru (messin' with my cru)
We will kill you (we will kill you)
You don't have a fucking clue (clue)
What we came to do (what we came to do)
You don't have a fucking clue
What we came to do (what we came to do)

[Verse 1: Akinyele]
Ha I roll on your doo like bamboo
Man listen
Ak-nel stay in condition
Like shampoo
There ain't a man who
Can handle
Once I back slap you
Or clap you
Bullets in your skin like a tatoo
Now back to
Reality
You ain't as bad as me
I get down
For my clan
'Till they call me your majesty
Nigga fat as me
Still fuck with strategy
My dick stuck way up where her bladder be
But that don't matter see
I'll serve your ass like Andre Agassi
Fuck tennis
You dealing with a straight menace
Wailing on your ass like Venice
Well uh
Got it sewn like a tailor
Float like a sailor
Truck like a trailor
Scope with the [?]
All the above I've done the like Australia
Straight bailing you out
One call from jail
Aiming you out like Master P
That's what we be a about
I got ammunition
For those dissing
This ain't R&B
That's why I'm skipping
All that [?]
I land one
With the hand gun
You could go ask Charles
And he'll tell you
I'm the motherfucking man son
My gun had bust many mans
Watch many mans
Get swept off there feet like dust pans
You get touched man
Messing with us man