Crime Gon Pay Video (MV)

Shit like the Bulls into
Dynasty
Extraordinaire
Superior marksmen
I painted the corners nigga
MegaloDon
Its on nigga
I ain't gotta look at the scoreboard
I already know i go hard nigga
Sour and hard liquor
I got the whole squad with us
The Hondas is parked in front
I go back to back to back with the yac and
You Act and get slapped in the back of the cap with the mac
No you want no parts with us
Nah I ain't have the heart to bust
Till I mixed the cigarettes with the jars of dust
Nah I ain't say I smartened up
But I'll Say I'm Offly nuts
My palm is a clutch
That calm is a rush
Your whole army is sus
Trust im targeting up
And I ain't ever been with no acting
Like Frank Lucas bust off while you yappin
I'll blow the mucus off your skull with no napkin
Then walk off like the captain
The city love me
People like nothing happened
Don't ask them
It's a dark cloud over the town but I'm bright enough
Only loose is my Timbs
You better tighten up
P-Flippa dropping them jewels
I hope you got a Glove
Cause once niggas label you food
Then I gotta grub
Don't confuse a lot of love
You running through a lot of smuts
I got the word or two
You been serving dog food
All through my yard dude
And halls too
Sheesh that's a harsh move
Homie you's a hard stool
I ain't no video game console
I don't just cut throat
I'll rip out your tonsils
Thinking you big willie
Pop the chain on your mongoose lil nigga
Lil nigga thinking they big willie
Aight MegaloDon gon come see about it motherf*cker
MegaloDon bitch
We was low let them lack
Let the mack off ain't no holding back
On the grind all day
Flipping packs out of my mom's hall way
It was cold in the trap
Shoot up the whole scene we don't know how to act
You know I don't play
Plotting on a lick yeah crime gon pay
Shatter that glass jaw you ain't know you had
You'll catch bullet feel like I hit you with shoulder pads
I'll hit stick you
Fifth gripper
Shit lift you up
Higher then some rolled up grass and stronger hash
Yeah all that jazz
Oh you tall
We still backing you down Ostertag
And if you talk
We clean you like laundry then we fold your ass
Sweep you up like custodians
Hope you notice him focusing with the scope
To open your POLO brim
Who's as cold as him
Sniper give your scalp a trim
You trippin what you been sippin
I'll throw the clip in
Leave your cool aid dripping
All over your new True Religions
Who you kidding
Dissing me I'll have you sewer swimming
Who you killing
Wipe your mouth you got manure drippin
Pimpin
I gotta let it out nobody hot as him
Even when my pen run out I'll still demolish them
Bottom line I'm the Top Boy Kane Robinson
We was low let them lack
Let the mack off ain't no holding back
On the grind all day
Flipping packs out of my mom's hall way
It was cold in the trap
Shoot up the whole scene we don't know how to act
You know I don't play
Plotting on a lick yeah crime gon pay