Crime Rate - Stitches

Fuck it dog, because bitch I know that crime pays

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, rob em, sell them drugs (hold up)

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, rob em, sell them drugs

Hold up

Shoot em (shoot em) kill em, homicide, fuck it

Call my dog (call em) and we gon slide

My music is increasing the crime rate

But I do not give a fuck 'cause I know crime pays (money)

Ce-ce-ce-ce, celebrate in your hood (money)

Fuck fuck fuck fuck, fuck your bitch, I should

You gon say whatever (whatever)

We gon ball forever (forever)

They gon say they gon do this and that but they gon stay broke forever

(Cha-ching)

We gon be rich til we die (yeah)

Cocaine is what we supply

Cocaine music, I make

Put cocaine in my birthday cake

They say my music is increasing the crime rate

Fuck it dog, because bitch I know that crime pays

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, rob em, sell them drugs

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, rob em, sell them drugs

I’m cold hearted but I got a heart

I’m not dumb, but I’m not smart

The last thing I’ll ever do is go get a job at Walmart (never)

It runs in my blood, Stitches go and sell the drugs

When I walk in the club, everybody show me love

But I got a couple haters in the back and they givin me a mean mug (pussies)

I’m about to rob your bitch and turn her to a slut

D-R-U-G-S, get it through to UPS

I sell drugs every day of my life and I’m never stressed

When I wake up in my bed, I thank God because I’m blessed

If you got some shit to say to me then get it off your chest

They say my music is increasing the crime rate

Fuck it dog, because bitch I know that crime pays

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, rob em, sell them drugs

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, rob em, sell them drugs

(Ha)