Crib Flow ft. SleepyK & FRVRAlvi Lyrics

My nigga A, on the sample

It's Easy Money for us

Let's do it

Granny named me number one, I need a medal

All these graves niggas diggin' need a shovel

What's Scrappy to Scooby, get on my level

I be studyin' the moves of the devil

Two steps ahead, can't trail him

Think he got a leg up, can't pedal

Corny niggas get popped, no kettle

40 Chevy, old school, straight metal

My dog be in the field, can't pet em

Still got open cases, can't settle

Put his shoes on Goat, can't sell him

He was really on go, can't bail him

Talkin' about lowering his sentence , he ain't tellin

Either your Tommy or Sincere, you seen Belly

Talkin' about murder on his mind, you heard Melly

Gotta sleep with one eye open when you chasin' Fetti

Niggas talkin' fettuccine, ain't no more spaghetti

Circle round niggas, boy, I'm Mario Andretti

Niggas on go, I'm on your mark, you ain't ready

I was with your girl in Walmart, bein' petty

Picked ya shorty up with no prob, she ain't heavy

I like a ride or die chick, somethin' like Letty

Said it's her destiny to have a child, she ain't talkin' Kelly

Said it's gettin' hot in here, somebody turn down Nelly

Nicknamed the Cheryl, she shoot it like Reggie

Between her and her girls, they cake like confetti

Call me Earl the Pearl, I score when I'm ready

Where I'm from, niggas take your girl like a Debbie

Eureka Road is probably where my mind be at

I grew up with Prezi Pete, then Daron be at

Me and my niggas go back like when the time do that

Money low, we old up like Insomniac

Tryna get that Carter money, where Wayne and Shawn be at

Say these niggas fightin' demons, where the zombie at

My niggas posted in the hood, where the crime be at

And they be aimin' at wherever Abercrombie at

I'm just shootin' for the top, and what's on top of that

2018 Bron, ain't no stoppin' that

2013 Bron, too dominant

How these niggas judge a prime but ain't prominent

Haters been talkin' down, so it's really only up for we when my sons hear this

I'ma really need custody

Out loud, they don't fuck with me, but they know what's up with me

Fed niggas in Big Mama kitchen, they know where the supper be

Unc had me on the road like a trucker be

We was interstate 40 like a huckabee

Bumpin black and yellow Wiz Khalif', movin' like a mystery

Had them folks puzzled when I moved, cause I'm the missing piece

Niggas be upin' and clutchin' aint up for discussion

You know how we comin', bruh

I'm a 4 7, boy shoot like I'm Brandon Roy

You a lil' bitch, ain't no ho in us

Like a Tampa Bay Buc, keep a semi tucked

Turn his brain into rice if he fuck with us

I be really in the field, shakin' with the cut

Middleton front teeth, I stay with the bucks

Yeah, it's real shit, nigga, this that crib shit

Brodie passed it off to me, you know I gotta kill shit

That's the old me now, I'm on some chill shit

But a nigga still connected like a drill bit

My dawg K9INE, something like a kill switch

My nigga gutta, taught me play it smart to fear shit

Loyalty ain't trippin' on no friendship

Run the money up fast like bandwidth

All I gotta do is whistle, she gon' come through

Yea im countin' money, kickin' shit like Kung Fu

Turn a one into two, that's the hustle

Flexin' like a wrestler, I got it off the muscle

I'm charged up like a Tesla, you lil' niggas in trouble

My whole team in the field, bout to call a huddle

My nigga came through with that bass like a drummer

Yeah, that thang on my waist leave him hot like a sauna

My mom and my pop shoulda knew they made a monster

I'm tryna make the family proud, something like Oscar

I'm bobbin' and I'm weavin' in that kitty like a boxer

I told her ass to hit the road jack, she said I'm toxic

I swap em out to any different bitches on my roster

I took her right to Wendy's when she really want a lobster

I'm sick, nigga need a motherfuckin' doctor

I'm like Ghost in these streets and my lawyer like Proctor

Niggas broke as a joke, got me laughin'

Yeah, I get that money, stretch it out like elastic

Niggas, they be fake, see through like plastic

Bands in these damn Evisus' got me saggin'

Your chick, she a nuisance, all about my dollars

You can really keep your two cents

Line a nigga up, perfect aim like a pool stick

I'm cruisin' with a new bitch, on our way to Ruth Chris

On some no roof shit