Cross Like Cris (Explicit)

Cross Like Cris (Explicit) - Yung Mal

Composed by：Jamal Braud/Dionte Wooten

Produced by：Gudda Tay

Gudda Tay on every beat nigga

Couldn't get left had to get it right

Ain't none of this **** came overnight

A young nigga had to sacrifice

Had to pay my dues never asked the price

Young nigga get rich that's that **** I like

I be clutchin' my stick at the red light

Just popped a Perc' tryna keep my head right

Yeah top floor pent' yeah

We was late on rent yeah

Nigga play with Yung Mal he skinned yeah

I was broke as a ***** pocket full of lint huh

They thought they had all the sense

I thought I could trust a *****

But she crossed me just like Cris

Brand new Benz came with the AMG kit

Please don't play with the clique

I make 'em spin your block with a mini 223 stick

Got so many Benjamin Franklins

Wrist so cold need a ******* blanket

Lil' ***** who you bank with

I was sleepin' on cold floors

Now I stay at a condo

Real street nigga keep my gun close

Real Candler nigga but go coast to coast

Hood on my back like scoliosis

Niggas be hoes when them doors be closing

Niggas know I keep this **** too solid

Gay **** I never promoted

I ran this **** up with my woes

Couldn't get left had to get it right

Ain't none of this **** came overnight

A young nigga had to sacrifice

Had to pay my dues never asked the price

Young nigga get rich that's that **** I like

I be clutchin' my stick at the red light

Just popped a Perc' tryna keep my head right

Yeah top floor pent' yeah

We was late on rent yeah

Nigga play with Yung Mal he skinned yeah

I was broke as a ***** pocket full of lint huh

They thought they had all the sense

I thought I could trust a *****

But she crossed me just like Cris

I been ******** on niggas so long say **** it and piss

Neck full of diamonds they kick

That mini stick yes it gon' hit but it don't got a kick

Sold out shows every day boy that backend big as a *****

Got an LV bookbag for the backend but it still can't fit

And I'm still stuck with the same niggas

That was with me when I ain't have ****

Play with 15 get skinned like a fish

My rims deep dish

Said some deep **** couldn't repeat it still in

East Wick

I'm a player soon as I whip it out huh she gon' kiss

Mwah mwah mwah

Yeah yeah yeah

Couldn't get left had to get it right

Ain't none of this **** came overnight

A young nigga had to sacrifice

Had to pay my dues never asked the price

Young nigga get rich that's that **** I like

I be clutchin' my stick at the red light

Just popped a Perc' tryna keep my head right

Yeah top floor pent' yeah

We was late on rent yeah

Nigga play with Yung Mal he skinned yeah

I was broke as a ***** pocket full of lint huh

They thought they had all the sense

I thought I could trust a *****

But she crossed me just like Cris