BlocBoy JB – Still Crippin Lyrics
Still Crippin By BlocBoy JB
Yeah
I’m still crippin’
Woo, f--- you mean?
B----, woo
B----, I’m still crippin’ (Crip)
East Side n----, I’m still livin’
Any problem in the hood, I deal with it
Put a bag on his head, it’s a meal ticket
Got a Glock on the boat, call it a fish stick
N---- try to rob me, that’s a blank miss
Hold the Drac’ in the car, my Elgato AR
We put hoes in the whip, now it’s [?]
And a n---- still tippin’ on the fo’ fo’s
And they still be trappin’ at the Citgo
And the d--- in the Glock and it’s a 4-O
Hoofin’ at the plug and told ’em, “Get ghost”
Catching these bodies, but don’t catch a case
He talk out the top, put a hole in his face
Swerve, and every time I see the [?]
I send my lil’ [?] to wipe for the [?]
These n----- talkin’ like they send me bodies
But most of these n----- some mini-mes
Shakin’ my hand and they smilin’
You would say, “Hi,” to some n-----, some enemies
It’s 2020 and I’m smokin’ Christmas tree
Whippin’ the dope in the pot, this ain’t chemistry
I go on some fruit, but not on [?]
Middle finger trigger finger the enemy
I’m from Memphis, south west part of Tennessee
Woah, n----- be killin’ me
Uh, hoes, they don’t be fittin’ me
Uh, opps thinkin’ ’bout killin’ me
Heard a n---- say rob me
They said, “it’s fiction,” hickory dickory
Uh, first .48, it’s the misery
Choppa hit a n----, rotisserie
If they ain’t got a black n---- in the school book
N----, that s--- really ain’t history
I heard the opps say they sick of me
Uh, well, they’ll have to get rid of me
F-----’ a ho, she never gave a kiss to me
Pass to the bro and they gon’ have a [?]
Strapped with that .30, come in, take a pill or three
Bloc J the hood, now everybody deal with me
I said, “Bloc J the hood, now everybody deal with me”
You, you, you and you
Gotta deal with me
Big JB
Grape Street, big Loc
Ridin’ ’round with that big .5
Know the feds, they pissed off, yeah
Big .44
Big, big, big Loc
Big Loc
Oh
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Yeah
I’m still crippin’
Woo, f--- you mean?
B----, woo
B----, I’m still crippin’ (Crip)
East Side n----, I’m still livin’
Any problem in the hood, I deal with it
Put a bag on his head, it’s a meal ticket
Got a Glock on the boat, call it a fish stick
N---- try to rob me, that’s a blank miss
Hold the Drac’ in the car, my Elgato AR
We put hoes in the whip, now it’s [?]
And a n---- still tippin’ on the fo’ fo’s
And they still be trappin’ at the Citgo
And the d--- in the Glock and it’s a 4-O
Hoofin’ at the plug and told ’em, “Get ghost”
Catching these bodies, but don’t catch a case
He talk out the top, put a hole in his face
Swerve, and every time I see the [?]
I send my lil’ [?] to wipe for the [?]
These n----- talkin’ like they send me bodies
But most of these n----- some mini-mes
Shakin’ my hand and they smilin’
You would say, “Hi,” to some n-----, some enemies
It’s 2020 and I’m smokin’ Christmas tree
Whippin’ the dope in the pot, this ain’t chemistry
I go on some fruit, but not on [?]
Middle finger trigger finger the enemy
I’m from Memphis, south west part of Tennessee
Woah, n----- be killin’ me
Uh, hoes, they don’t be fittin’ me
Uh, opps thinkin’ ’bout killin’ me
Heard a n---- say rob me
They said, “it’s fiction,” hickory dickory
Uh, first .48, it’s the misery
Choppa hit a n----, rotisserie
If they ain’t got a black n---- in the school book
N----, that s--- really ain’t history
I heard the opps say they sick of me
Uh, well, they’ll have to get rid of me
F-----’ a ho, she never gave a kiss to me
Pass to the bro and they gon’ have a [?]
Strapped with that .30, come in, take a pill or three
Bloc J the hood, now everybody deal with me
I said, “Bloc J the hood, now everybody deal with me”
You, you, you and you
Gotta deal with me
Big JB
Grape Street, big Loc
Ridin’ ’round with that big .5
Know the feds, they pissed off, yeah
Big .44
Big, big, big Loc
Big Loc
Oh
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