86 - Crud lyrics

[Verse 1: Baby R] I roll with my bros cah' they got me But you know my Lord, of course on my ones I'm comfy Dishing out food on ends or up in country Bare skrr' skrr' from the jakes cos the feds tryna' lock me I get busy, I mash work I get lizzy I got a peng ting, when she backs it up That's real views like I'm Drizzy Nothing but drillers and trappers I do movies, no actors Cah' you see the guys them f**ing up the scene Don't ever think, man are just rappers My name nuttin' like them boi On a next level like Wiley I move Bobby and Kylie Money's what I'm into highly I'm in it for the cause Pack come fat like Kilo Ting was long like... [Verse 2: T Mula] In the back of the docks, Militant Quack Make sure everybody duck Like manna' get the food Manna' get the grub Make sure everyting plugged Like guns in the back Guns with the smoke Left twenty blind and cut Like n***as chat sh** n***as get whacked Suttin' like blind man's bluff And the 8 be rolling round the metals Suttin' like Ratchet & Clank Head, shoulders, knees and toes Get wet, no Migraine Skank Samurai (samurai) sword in the party Got me like Samurai Jack I'm going to the other side covered Suttin' like a m**m akh f** a stick and move I make sure I stick and burst Look roll around there with the Smith and Suttin' like Mr Burns Like true say, the 8 ride out True say the 8 done it first Like tryna' jook him up 8 times It means that bro took a turn Like man try ride in my block Man better show some respect I don't care if that breh's your cousin Manna' getting saved like Cech Like bro bro drop me a brick Manna' break down into pebs Samurai (samurai) sword in the party Wanna do a one two step? [Verse 3: Gunna Grimes] I heard everyone's on crud Told man roll up with gang Turn man soft like bud Bare man say they push weed Bare man say they push grub I can only vouch for the 8 Nuttin' but drillers and plugs Suttin' like (suttin' like) music and work I still, I still finesse in the trap Just in case music don't work My brothers still mash up the herbs But me, I invest in a pack then I go mash up the curbs But we still do things it's bait 4 months sitting on bail Thank God that I bust that case Still trap hard, push weight OT Trips with dinner, plain white rice & steak Old school like Cops and Robbers But I never played no cops Then I draw for the one, that's power That ain't no basic shot These n***as just act and sing Coming like Jamie Foxx These n***as just act and sing Coming like Jamie Foxx [Verse 4: ZN] Still the same youth from the throwbacks Like girl want D she can hold that She did it for the whole of the gang Ah wait but Baby showed that Put my own life in my own hands Get rich I'm tryna' show man Love for all of my brothers That's every single one of the toes fam All the dress code looking awesome Two man with two fours it's a foursome (f**ing foursome) Gang's up in the BBC, we important (gang) Creeping on the opp block, we just haunting With 23 on my Jordan's Man's violent and loose Like run from it, run from it Or we bun man down like zoots Might bun man calm then switch The girl come dead and rude Like act your face, put you in your place Please mind who you're talking to Fix your face darling Don't screw like do up the Harlem flow Get the pack rid then go Feds go ham, took my bro Man I can't wait till he's home Don't screw like do up the Harlem flow Get the pack rid then go Feds go ham, took my bro Man I can't wait till he's home