BlocBoy JB – Still Crippin Lyrics

Yeah
You know I'm still crippin'
F*ck you mean?
Bitch

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 4-4'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"
Huh, catching these bodies, and don't catch a case
He talk out the top, put a hole in his face
Swerve, and every time I see the jakes
I send my lil' sniper to watch for the snakes
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 trees
Whippin' the dope in the pot, this ain't chemistry
Might go on some fruit, but not on (?)
Middle finger trigger finger the enemy
I'm from Memphis, south west part of Tennessee
Whoa, niggas be killin' me
Uh, hoes, they don't be spittin' me
Uh, opps thinkin' 'bout killin' me
Heard a nigga say he rob me
They said, "It's fiction," hickory dickory
Uh, first .48, it's the misery
Choppa hit a nigga, rotisserie
If they ain't got a black nigga in the school book
Nigga, that shit really ain't history
I heard the opps say they sick of me
Uh, well, they'll have to get rid of me
Fuckin' a ho, she never get a kiss from me
Pass to the bro and they gon' have a trilogy
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, big Loc
Big Loc