Baby Mane & 2smokeyy – Criss Cross

Baby Mane & 2smokeyy – Criss Cross Lyrics

Artist: Baby Mane & 2smokeyy
Song: Criss Cross

Jester made this
Strapped up in a zoobie
Your homie he turned to a pack, he up in that zoot
Swear that we clutchin’

My n#gg#s, they bussin’ them bullets
They coming straight out of that roof
Push bikes and dingers
We hanging’ it off of the ped, hop out and shoot

You know it’s a mission, we dodgin’ these piggys
They watchin’ the way, that we move
Watch the way that I lick shots
G-Wing or that C-Wing

Slice it up like it’s criss cross
We in the trap with them big rocks
Outta town gettin’ trappy
Call me Sosa, I flip rocks

The Rollie glide, it don’t tick-tock
Free the guys, they can’t stop clocks
Feds say we can’t talk violence
It’s all I know, I’m a driller

I didn’t make, I didn’t make no tunes for a dancer
I make bangers for a killer
Fell in love with the 12 gauge ting
But bro fell in love with the six shot spinner

Go halves on a paigon
Dish, if I catch him bro finish him for dinner
I can count what’s left of the gang with my hands
But it’s calm, ‘cah we still catch bodies

Bro doing normal stabbings
Push all the way, man do that properly
Bang-bang like Rocky
Slide like hockey

I make man, shocky
Only had one bell in the chamber
And made man’s head back shake like noddy
Provide me a drop

I’ll load it up and make this steel beat like Banglez
Any estate bro’s got an angle
I’ll fly out the ride tryna show man angles
Catch him, grab him, swipe his ankles

Holes in and out mans top
Two hands on his neck like a man got strangled
Tryna hold back that blood, what a shambles
Strapped up in a zoobie

Your homie he turned to a pack, he up in that zoot
Swear that we clutchin’
My n#gg#s, they bussin’ them bullets
They coming straight out of that roof

Push bikes and dingers
We hanging’ it off of the ped, hop out and shoot
You know it’s a mission, we dodgin’ these piggys
They watchin’ the way, that we move

Watch the way that I lick shots
G-Wing or that C-Wing
Slice it up like it’s criss cross
We in the trap with them big rocks

Outta town gettin’ trappy
Call me Sosa, I flip rocks
The Rollie glide, it don’t tick-tock
Free the guys, they can’t stop clocks

I wish man try run up on me
Like I run up in yards for the grub and P’s
OT, my ching-ching so bleaky
I was in the T with a wap on me

How many men want me dead? Like fifty
Pop smoke, I got it on me
My solicitor’s telling me “Lay low”
The opps would love if they hear “Free me”

Drills get done on the mains
They baby, don’t want none of that fame
Do a drill, bake off, all habibtis
Smile on my face, like, how was your day?

How many times did I change my number every time I use me a gun or blade?
And more time, I got it on me
I’d have to be fried, if I hopped out bait
Wait, pissed, ‘cah they seen my face

And every time they olympic race
And I don’t know nuttin’ ’bout runnin’
I was on my ten toes up on estates
Bait, slave only for Allah, django

All the feds wanna see me caged, then
Then, the day they free Chubz and gang-gang
That’s the last of the stress on my plate
Strapped up in a zoobie

Your homie he turned to a pack, he up in that zoot
Swear that we clutchin’
My n#gg#s, they bussin’ them bullets
They coming straight out of that roof

Push bikes and dingers
We hanging’ it off of the ped, hop out and shoot
You know it’s a mission, we dodgin’ these piggys
They watchin’ the way, that we move

Watch the way that I lick shots
G-Wing or that C-Wing
Slice it up like it’s criss cross
We in the trap with them big rocks

Outta town gettin’ trappy
Call me Sosa, I flip rocks
The Rollie glide, it don’t tick-tock
Free the guys, they can’t stop clocks

Jester made this
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Baby Mane & 2smokeyy Lyrics – Criss Cross

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From the album:
Criss Cross [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021

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