Crip walking Crip talking

**Hook:**

Crip walking, crip talking, stay on my grind,

Fake flagging niggas, ain't got the heart to shine,

Slick talking, never lacking, yeah, we always packing,

Shots rang, you bang, I bang, throw it up, no slacking.

**Verse 1:**

Step in the spot, yeah, I’m repping that blue,

Sipping on gin, while I’m rolling with my crew,

Bitches on the side, wanna ride, what it do?

Thug life, no lie, we the realest in the view.

Hustle in the alley, watch the haters get mad,

Flexin’ on the block while I count up this cash,

Fake flags everywhere, they just wanna be seen,

But I’m gripping that heat, know I’m living that dream.

**Hook:**

Crip walking, crip talking, stay on my grind,

Fake flagging niggas, ain't got the heart to shine,

Slick talking, never lacking, yeah, we always packing,

Shots rang, you bang, I bang, throw it up, no slacking.

**Verse 2:**

Catch me in the hood, where the real ones reside,

Thugged out, no doubt, got that hustle and pride,

Rims spinning fast, while I’m cruising the lane,

Bitches in my ride, only roll with the gang.

Chasing paper dreams, never chasing no hoes,

Slick talk, ballin hard, that’s just how it goes,

Loyal to the soil, ain't no fakes in my clique,

Niggas try to step, but they ain’t with the stick.

**Hook:**

Crip walking, crip talking, stay on my grind,

Fake flagging niggas, ain't got the heart to shine,

Slick talking, never lacking, yeah, we always packing,

Shots rang, you bang, I bang, throw it up, no slacking.

**Verse 3:**

Eyes on the prize, ain't no time for the weak,

Street life got me savage, every day I’m unique,

Fake flags waving, like a ghost in the mist,

But I’m out here living, blowing smoke like a fist.

Crip walk to the beat, yeah, I glide with finesse,

Talk slick, never trick, put your squad to the test,

Haters wanna hate, but they just fuel my fire,

Got my niggas by my side, we climb higher and higher.

**Hook:**

Crip walking, crip talking, stay on my grind,

Fake flagging niggas, ain't got the heart to shine,

Slick talking, never lacking, yeah, we always packing,

Shots rang, you bang, I bang, throw it up, no slacking.

**Verse 4:**

All about respect, in this game we play rough,

Real recognize real, that’s the code, that’s the stuff,

Popping off shots, and we rolling through blocks,

Always on point, never giving the ops,

I’m the king of this shit, while you fakes ride the bench,

Crip walk to the rhythm, with that power, no wrench.

Throw it up high, let 'em know who I am,

In this life I’m a boss, and I don’t give a damn.

**Outro:**

So remember my name, when you see me on the street,

Crip walking, crip talking, can’t nobody compete,

We the kings of the game, in our zone we stay true,

Slick talking, never lacking, always coming for you.

Porque music

See you when I see you

Rollin

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