CRIPS - Lost & Sherm'ed Out lyrics

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Lost & Sherm'ed out, triple gold Dan's on the Coupe

Lost & Sherm'ed out, Tec-9 on my lap in a khaki suit

Lost & Sherm'ed out, if life was a drug I'd pay the loot

Lost & Sherm'ed out, and when the C's kicks off I'm the first to shoot

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I seem Lost & Sherm'ed out without a motherfucking doubt

But in the right state of the mind to take the motherfucking trash out

The trash in my enemy

See I don't give no ?? I don't care if you cants me

Cuz this rap is your warning

I creep when you're yawning

Or when you're fucking your bitch at 3 o'clock in the morning

Squeeze a Sherman and then I squeeze the trigger

Break out a handcuff

And take the life from a nigger

Climb up to the top of the roof

Sit on the edge and talk shit and jump

Cause my heart is pumping sherm juice

I thought they knew that I was hazardous

Watching me move like Steve Austin

And talk slower than a bastard

It's getting kinda hot

I'm coming outta all my clothes

It's kinda fuck all the hoes

And no matter how high I get

Don't try to play me cause you get played like the O'Jays when I'm fuckin' your bitch

Lost & Sherm'ed out, bet to have that bitch so damned smooth

Lost & Sherm'ed out, I treat hoes like cats and kick 'em on the roof

Lost & Sherm'ed out, roll up the bud and dip it in the juice

Lost & Sherm'ed out, and when you had it you'd swear you were bulletproof

Lost & Sherm'ed out

I baptize motherfuckers in gasoline

Let 'em fly the loop

And blow they wig like Don King

Then peel they motherfucking skin back

Bury they asses so

And have'em burning like a hoodrat

Nigger - next is his hyna

See it's the quiet to murderer

Shoot 'em up fuck a Tec-9

I tie your ass through a glass house

Let the ass down

And drag your ass to your baby moma house

Somebody's who be found chopped in pieces

Kill up - brothers and sisters, cousins, friends and nieces

Grandpops, moms, uncles they asses gotta go

So when I say: fuck it, put it the blunt gotta advise to hit the floor

We ain't tripping on dime

Cause we already dead

Fool every soul that you see

Take up out of they forehead

And make 'em one of us don't no lie, get spared

Niggas is braggin' to hit to the wack

But fool I don't care

Lost & Sherm'ed out, triple gold Dan's on the Coupe

Lost & Sherm'ed out, Tec-9 on my lap in a khaki suit

Lost & Sherm'ed out, if life was a drug I'd pay the loot

Lost & Sherm'ed out, and when the C's kicks off I'm the first to shoot

I was Lost & Sherm'ed out

Now I'm in the county

Looking at the walls

Playing with my balls

Washing out my drawers

Thinking about this damn situation that I'm in

Never did a nigga think he'll make it to the pen

Hoes they left me

Got a nigga sad

Times got me stressin' on reminiscing about the hoes I had

But I ain't tripping cause I'm shorter than a coffee table

I gotta break up some change, let's ???? to find ???? able

Thinking anothers from the O.G's

Nigga straight ballers selling chicken, birds and ki's

Gangstas on lock down

With the hour of rat

And the cops treat a nigga with no kind of respect

No phone cars, I wish I can leave

They kicking me to the side like a hard piece of cheese

I'm kinda fucked up in my head

And freeway ??? out of my room with my last piece of bread

Lost & Sherm'ed out, triple gold Dan's on the Coupe

Lost & Sherm'ed out, Tec-9 on my lap in a khaki suit

Lost & Sherm'ed out, if life was a drug I'd pay the loot

Lost & Sherm'ed out, and when the C's kicks off I'm the first to shoot