[Chorus: Yung Al]
I don’t really do no talking, what you got to offer
Gave em my last dime, I swear karma come back round
Ain't been feeling you n***as
I wonder which one of my homies might decide to cross me
It’s gone me a homicide (Gone be a homicide)
Gone be a homicide (Swear to God imma ride)
Behind tint I’m rolling through the hood
Catching plays tryna bust a jugg
Fuck a friend rolling one deep
I be cool by my lonely
Don’t cross me, don’t cross me
Don’t cross me, don’t cross me

[Verse 1: Trapboy Freddy]
When you cross me you lost me
I shoulda seen that shit coming
Felt it deep down in my stomach
Was it over some money
I don’t owe nan n***a nothin
Man these n***as been bummin
I’d rather eat crumbs with a bum
Before I eat steak with a snake
All these fakes in my way
Tryna put another 100 bands inna safe
Tuck 50 bands for my man nem sake
Lil bitch cut throat tried to get me
I was watching the camera yeah i seen it
Can’t believe she did, I used to feed her
They say you don’t like em you don’t need em
What you got to offer, that’s not enough, go and off em
They say more money more problems
I got so much up inside
I done fell off so many times
She gone fuck your patna
She gone take your dollars
Your patna probly rob you
Will he do it, shit probly probly
You know your patna now you gotta watch em
Haters come in all shapes and sizes
I used to be broke now I’m making mine
All of my chains you ain't takin none
If you really want, smoke we can take it there
[Chorus: Yung Al]
I don’t really do no talking, what you got to offer
Gave em my last dime, I swear karma come back round
Ain't been feeling you n***as
I wonder which one of my homies might decide to cross me
It’s gone me a homicide (Gone be a homicide)
Gone be a homicide (Swear to God imma ride)
Behind tint I’m rolling through the hood
Catching plays tryna bust a jugg
Fuck a friend rolling one deep
I be cool by my lonely
Don’t cross me, don’t cross me
Don’t cross me, don’t cross me

[Verse 2: Trapboy Freddy]
Might be one deep riding when you see me
Better stay inside when im riding with the beamer
Remember i was younger than them n***as wouldn’t feed me
Stayed down on em now all them n***as need me
Im bout my business you know it
Start selling weed tried to grow it
Mama caught it in the backyard
Hit me a lick I started selling hard
Now I look at it we came far
N***as switched up say I changed on em
Now its kinda fucked up cause that’s my main homie
If he switched up for the paper
He really was just a hater
I see what that lil paper do
Money on yo head and they taking you
Prolly set your ass up and go and take you to em
And your momma won’t know it till you make the news
Bitch you do it foreal
That type of shit get you killed
You can get popped like a pill
Shit it is what it is
Im the same lil n***a from the Cliff
Been like that since I was little
Look like I got me a deal huh?
Naw baby this is really how I live now
We gone smoke out the room tell em bill us
And naw baby we ain’t gotta steal none
[Chorus: Yung Al]
I don’t really do no talking, what you got to offer
Gave em my last dime, I swear karma come back round
Ain't been feeling you n***as
I wonder which one of my homies might decide to cross me
It’s gone me a homicide (Gone be a homicide)
Gone be a homicide (Swear to God imma ride)
Behind tint I’m rolling through the hood
Catching plays tryna bust a jugg
Fuck a friend rolling one deep
I be cool by my lonely
Don’t cross me, don’t cross me
Don’t cross me, don’t cross me