Crowd Move ft. SupaMeek Lyrics

They are crazy, they are crazy, they are crazy

Flight shit

YSB

Smell like gas

Steppin' with my cousin, Cosby Summers, Lil Meech

Wanna love you right, but really got some scars I can't delete

Couldn't sleep, shit I seen had me in a different time zone

Fifteen hundred made off a twenty dollar cell phone

Send it to my niggas up the road, kept it ten toes

Never been break, fold, silent since the gate closed

Bitch niggas, I hate those

Say it with your chest so I can push a Adam's apple through your neck

Gon' die by my wrist fit

Gotta get a milli, tell my momma nothin' less

Pressin' with that knock

Ain't no cop in them street purkin' shit

Tappin' with the sauce

I'm gon' show you what to do with that

Bitch, please, run it up and stack it

I'm a fiend, roll my pockets flat

Favorite thing to act is what you need

Flat the scene, got in traffic

Number grippin' on that plastic

I'm a motion picture, better get a walkin' caption

Pissed off for some years, but I can't crash

Cause I'm the captain of this flight, shit

Y'all ain't really gang, just retight shit

Tight shit, feelin' like I'm Blade when the night hit

She hit my phone like, where you at

What you doin'

Won't say that she a hoe

Only easily in floors

She don't know the shit she doin'

She just easily in floors

Flight shit

Flight shit

Rapper weed, bae this shit, cost 300 ounce

In and out, boys get my nut, then I'm finna bounce

Two men up, got me feelin' like I'm Peezy now

Play her ass, nigga, so I get a hoe runnin' around

Big body Benz with two hoes, got me lane switchin'

Never sold my soul, why you think nigga independent

Big dawg status, bitch, you see it in my DNA

Gettin' to these chips like I work at Frito-Lay

Fucked around went to the club and fell in love with a stripper

Shawty asked if I'm a star, I told her, yeah, the Big Dipper

Ever since I was a jitt, I swear I been that nigga

Redbone, ass fat, I'ma call ass Clifford

You niggas are broke in real life, you can't compare to me

LeBron shit, 20 year goat yall hoes rookies

Bougie bitch, and she brought a friend call dat a two-piece

Flexin' on my ass, bitch, like, hoe, you don't even know me

Bougie bitch, maybach in the curse, Puffing

Zooties

Red carpet, RC gettin' lit, I ain't switch

When I bitch, you with the semi, make you twitch

I ain't rich, nigga, make a pussy lie, thanks to Twitch

Switch, switch, it's a blowout, we best go to game point

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

I been quiet, fuck it, spit your mind, go on, huh

Standin' in the shower, make the tears come down smooth

Had to learn that they gon' click up on you, make the crowd move

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