Stitches - Crime Rate

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

[Verse 1]
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

[Hook]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Hook]
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)