[Intro]
Dzy on the beat
Bands, bands
Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky
Gang, gang, gang
Grrrt

[Chorus]
Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plottin'
Guapped up, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense
Opp n***a thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him
Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plottin'
Guapped up, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense
Opp n***a thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him

[Verse 1]
Opp n***as never on nothing, I'm with the drama
Catch a n***a lackin', up the llama, drop him
I been stacking all this fettuccini, got my guap up
N***as think it's sweet 'til a real n***a pop up
Split a n***a noodle, now his brains look like lobsters
I got a Suburban full of shooters tryna pop somethin'
Pockets filled, Glock is near
Bitches freakin', tryna top the kid
She a thotty bitch, caught the top and slid
[Chorus]
Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plottin'
Guapped up, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense
Opp n***a thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him
Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plottin'
Guapped up, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense
Opp n***a thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him

[Verse 2]
Let off, then we drippin', my energy been different
Thought he caught me slippin', got four more in my Smith an'
Pull up with that wand, poof, that n***a missin'
That .40 and that nine look like two bitches kissing
Snipe him with a blicky, left him snoozed, he a victim (Yeah)
N***as running Rickey out they shoes, he was sprinting
If they askin', we did it
Y'all some YouTube killers (Y'all some YouTube killers, boom, boom, boom)
Say the streets a jungle
I'm with two gorillas (I'm with two gorillas, gang, gang, gang)

[Chorus]
Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plottin'
Guapped up, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense
Opp n***a thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him
Crime rate, tryna bring it up, unload them choppers
Pockets filled up with the Benjamins, they plottin'
Guapped up, hella fettuccini, fuck the nonsense
Opp n***a thought he caught me slipping, had to pop him