Crate Lyrics – Stiyers
Singer: Stiyers
Title: Crate
Don’t wanna argue put you in a crate
Im in the trap im servin that base
She gave me top, now im doing great
How many thots? b#tch i got like 8
Choppa bullets they f#ckin up your face
Im in the spot b#tch where it ain’t safe
You like to talk, well im in your state
You like to talk, burn you on a steak
I got a choppa im airin it out
Don’t wanna talk b#tch just give me mouth
Im outside i jumped out the house
556 my ARP’s
He on a shirt r.i.p
Rick owen coat, get like me
Sad bout a hoe? can’t be me
Im finna slide like a sled
He think he better he mid
Off of the perc like im dead
He think we cool he laced
She wanna link link, f#ck no b#tch
I cannot lack i stay wit a stick
Why are they mad im stackin my chips
My b#tch she bad she foreign she mix
Don’t wanna argue put you in a crate
Im in the trap im servin that base
She gave me top, now im doing great
How many thots? b#tch i got like 8
Choppa bullets they f#ckin up your face
Im in the spot b#tch where it ain’t safe
Im in the spot where you can’t stay
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