Kaaris ft Future - Crystal (English lyrics)

Intro (Future) :
I won’t trust these bitches, these bitches gon’ tell
We don’t trust no snitch around
None of these bitches, these bitches gon’ tell
I’m a hood nigga straight out the motherfucking gutter
I serve the whole bail
Motherfuck these police, nigga, my niggas they shooting at 12
(Niggas shooting at police, BLAOW!)

1st verse (Kaaris) :
I just had to spray them up with the A.K
I’m taking a stroll in the graveyard with my trophees
I smoke a blunt to get high
We’ll go to war, it’s nothing, I’m ready
I piss on them like at a rest area
You can see my balls even from behind
I’ll sweep kick you unexpectedly, I’m not your homie
All the shots are real around here, this isn’t sports
The things that hurt you dont even graze me
I’m walking into the square like Bobby Shmurda
Loaded up AK you’ll start smurfing, crystal, crack
I’m in the kitchen mixing,
your implants, your legging on the heated seat, Ididn’t lease it
My gang is on the guest list
You’re attacking me apparently
Lead shower and your pussy ass will disappears
I’m increasing the dose in the drug trade
And the crime rate on the charts
Even in filt I always apply myself
I do hat tricks, I’m from Africa
I take over power like Napoleon
Sun King enlighten by the sun rays
You’re dazzled by my xenon headlights
This smack will give you the mumps

Chorus (Future) :
I won’t trust these bitches, these bitches gon’ tell
We don’t trust no snitch around
None of these bitches, these bitches gon’ tell
I’m a hood nigga straight out the motherfucking gutter
I serve the whole bail
Motherfuck these police, nigga, my niggas they shooting at 12
Motherfuck these police, nigga, my niggas they shooting at 12
We don’t carry no snitch around
None of these bitches, these bitches gon’ tell
I’m a hood nigga straight out the motherfucking gutter
I serve the whole bail
Got the molly, got white
Got the lean, got the kush
Got the purp and the pills

2nd verse (Kaaris) :
I’m in a bunker like Ossama
Psycho gun, Gamma rays
Straight up, directly in your asses
with the Jordan 11 Gamma blue
Since I dropped “Vendeurs de Nah Nah”
I’ve been organized like the Fatah
I murk all those bastards
I eat them up like a steak tartare
You want to rap like me, you’re a clone
I make cash, money
If I walk pass you you’ll be stunned
Everything goes down right under your big nose
I’m chillin’, BTTF, Zanotti
Weapons of war, I have the whole panoply

3rd Verse (Future) :
Selling bricks on deck like Jackie Chan
Got them hoes on deck like shoestrings
With a brand new Lambo shoestring
I’m a gutter ass nigga I don’t do ‘caine
Got a whole lot of Autotune on it, no T-Pain
36 O’s in the whip, no keychain
Young ass white bitch, Amy Grant, nigga
Young rich nigga hanging with penitentiary niggas
Motherfuck the feds, fuck Illuminati
Nigga we ain’t scared, this a kamikaze
Order more bitches, order more bottles
We doing this shit, we might not see tomorrow
Two hundred bitches from Paris on my timeline
They might have went all the way this time
Treat a nigga like a one of a kind
Diamonds hanging, I’m in Sierra Leone
Fuck with a rich nigga if that’s what you want
Come fuck a rich nigga, that’s what you want
Ace of Spades and kush, oh that’s what we on
You niggas trying to buy me? Know they some clones
Drink your molly, mix it all on up
These Persian bitches know they all want us