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[Verse 1: Criss Lyric]
Super low key, Smoking OG/
I need a bottom bitch who’s sugar bowl sweet/
I keep an eye peeled for hoes and police/
Riding dirty with your daughter and a quarter OZ/
Keep my head above the water while my niggas hold me down/
Taking deeper breaths hoping that I don’t drown/
Fans call me Criss Lyric; They know me through the music/
But my real niggas and bitches around the way call me Ruger/
I done hustled with my niggas, scuffled with some killers/
It’s nothing to a nigga, I’m running down skrilla/
Like a bloodhound if you, really wan test/
I suggest you don’t do it, cuz my niggas are shooters/
I just make the music, but that’s another topic/
Bitches think I’m popping, can tell by how they watching/
We sip the potent potion and then we get the hoes again/
She act like she don’t know her man, when he try to hold her hand, damn
[Hook: Criss Lyric]
Bow down in the presence of an All Mighty nigga/ [All Hail All Mighty bitch]
How many gon’ ride for that All Mighty with us?/ [All Hail All Mighty bitch]
Money comes and goes, so do all these hoes/
I ain’t tripping, never slipping/
On them tippy toes, anywhere I go/
I’mma be an All Mighty winner
[All Hail All Mighty bitch]
[Verse 2: Criss Lyric]
Of course I’m off course; on mine, off yours/
Knock em out the ballpark, used to chill on Norfolk/
A-Diddy, Kent street, B-more, front porch/
Uptown, North North, I was such a lost cause/
Running through these streets, shaking clowns down/
Breaking down pounds, niggas been around, we just never made a sound/
Strictly underground, always moved in silence/
We ain’t new to violence, theres a thousand niggas/
In my hood more volatile than I am/
Now them niggas be wilding, acting hard and tough/
Tryna shoot these parties up, I just want a broad to fuck/
Produced by my environment, look at my entire being/
Always see the future any time I go sight seeing/
When I was 8, I decided to be great/
Took a leap of faith, been flying ever since/
I’m riding with my bitch I call her 10 cents/
She redefined dime, I’m slumped behind tint
[Hook: Criss Lyric]
Bow down in the presence of an All Mighty nigga/ [All Hail All Mighty bitch]
How many gon’ ride for that All Mighty with us?/ [All Hail All Mighty bitch]
Money comes and goes, so do all these hoes/
I ain’t tripping, never slipping/
On them tippy toes, anywhere I go/
I’mma be an All Mighty winner
[All Hail All Mighty bitch]
[Outro: Criss Lyric]
Frass Boss be the name, weed all in my brain/
Niggas ain’t shit, bitches all the same/
I ain’t here to entertain, just let me do my thing/
Thinking it’s a game, until they feel the flame/
Uh huh, All Hail All Mighty/
The Trinity till infinity
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