Video Crossed Out de Aaron Fugeri 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aaron Fugeri - Crossed Out Lyrics

[Intro]
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you) Drug dealer, cap peeler, ho chose
Drug dealer, cap peeler, ten toes (8-808)
Drug dealer, cap peeler, ice froze
(I knew we couldn't trust him)
Drug dealer, cap peeler

[Chorus]
Ho chose my pimpin', I'm a real one
I'm with five thick strippers, they some lesbians
Yellow diamonds got this yellow bitch cross-eyed
You ain't down for the gang, you get crossed out

[Verse 1]
I'm a product of the trench, nigga, FOX 5
Sippin' syrup, it can help when you traumatized
Richard Mille cost a mil', that's a multi
I got all this shit from growin' up on a hard time
Goyard, gold prеsidential bustdown
That's a gold twenty-four when it touch down
Drop thе lo', up the score when they run down
Get in that mode, nigga, turn into a bloodhound
I'm on these Adderalls like Percs, nigga, I stay woke
Wavin' that bread around your head like a halo
Drinkin' on red got my cup sticky like Clay-Doh
Check out the barrel on that gun, look like a potato
[Chorus]
Ho chose my pimpin', I'm a real one
I'm with five thick strippers, they some lesbians
Yellow diamonds got this yellow bitch cross-eyed
You ain't down for the gang, you get crossed out

[Verse 2]
Been a lil' menace to society, went on a grand theft
Went on a stain on my own, by my damn self
Three cellphones, see somethin' wrong, watch for antennas
She gave her mop in the Lam', it was outstandin'
I'm on my Freebandz shit, I'm a bandit
I'm off the Earth with this shit, another planet
I done went and blowed up on niggas like a cannon (Cannon)

[Chorus]
Can I trust you?
Ho chose my pimpin', I'm a real one
I'm with five thick strippers, they some lesbians
Yellow diamonds got this yellow bitch cross-eyed
You ain't down for the gang, you get crossed out
Ho chose my pimpin', I'm a real one
I'm with five thick strippers, they some lesbians
Yellow diamonds got this yellow bitch cross-eyed
You ain't down for the gang, you get crossed out
[Outro]
Trust me
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
Why don't you trust me?
(8-808)