Lyrics BlocBoy JB – Still Crippin

Yeah
I’m still crippin’
Woo, fuck you mean?
Bitch, woo

Bitch, I’m still crippin’ (Crip)
East Side nigga, 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
Nigga 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 nigga still tippin’ on the fo’ fo’s
And they still be trappin’ at the Citgo
And the dick 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 niggas talkin’ like they send me bodies
But most of these niggas some mini-mes
Shakin’ my hand and they smilin’
You would say, «Hi,» to some niggas, 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

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
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