Crossed - Trapboy Freddy

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 niggas

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

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 nigga nothin

Man these niggas 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

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 niggas

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

Might be one deep riding when you see me

Better stay inside when im riding with the betley

Remember i was younger than them niggas wouldn’t feed me

Stayed down on em now all them niggas 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

Niggas 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 nigga 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

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 niggas

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