Foolio - Crooks lyrics

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Foolio - Crooks lyrics

Haha, 6 6 Money or the fame can't change me I'ma still be the same me I'll let my own mama f**in' hang me Write it in the books, I'm a crook, tell by the look Got these n***as shook, I'm a vet and you steady rook Posted on the scene, sippin' lean, that promethazine Sippin' on codeine, play with Jesus 'fore you play with me All black tee 'til I see my first hundred G's I don't need designer 'cause none of that sh** ain't makin' me Seven six twos, n***a know I got that K with me If I call Kojack, n***a know that boy gon' spray for me, baow Boy I got the game in a headlock Had to hide in the hole 'cause the feds saw it n***as sleepin' on Lil 6 like a bed out Good connection on your block like it's hotspot Pull up drop top, pop opps with a big top We got big Glocks, I might dab, I don't milly rock I want a hundred bands, n***a sleepy off a hundred xans Molly look like sand, rock and roll off a f**in' bag Zay he on the beat and you know he got that heat for me Slidin' in the jit, it's a stolo so don't ride with me Guns cold dope, ridin' with a hundred felonies Stretch said free my brothers out the f**in' penitentiary This is the real rap, most these rap n***as big cap He actin' like a b**h, just for that get him b**h slapped Cruisin' down the street in my stolo It's a Honda Civic man, 2004 Five percent tint, that sh** low low Anybody die, eeny miny mo All my extras light but my grandma a zoe And we do voodoo, chop the head off a goat Trapper of the year, serve the best in some soap n***as out here stealin' and rerockin' the flow Money or the fame, man that sh** can't change me Before I sell my soul, let my own mama hang me Write it in the books, I'm a crook, tell by the look Got these n***as shook, I'm a vet and you steady rook Posted on the scene, sippin' lean, that promethazine Sippin' on codeine, play with Jesus 'fore you play with me All black tee 'til I see my first hundred G's I don't need designer 'cause none of that sh** ain't makin' me Seven six twos, n***a know I got that K with me If I call Kojack, n***a know that boy gon' spray for me, baow Now this verse, I'ma hit 'em with some simple sh** Bust a n***a bubble, I was thuggin' on that pimple sh** Hole in his face like the n***a got some dimples b**h Wanna trap out with Lil 6, you just better not move your pivot jit 'Cause that mean it's a foul on the play In the stolen car, I don't need a Wraith Police get behind me, I'ma do the race Two-twenty on the dash, no catchin' me today So basically I'm drivin' in the 'ject DJ Khaled voice, screamin' we the best Now I'm all up in her mouth like some Crest Nutted on her face, I just made a mess Now her mouth look like she ate some powdered donuts TD be Lil 6, I don't think you know us You a k**er and a shooter then come show us It's extortion, n***as scary, he ain't show up Like a balloon in the air we finna blow up Hop inside this flat with me, you just might throw up Took the harder way, I ain't need no cuts Grandma makin' black is how I got it sewed up You got lil ice and the Sprite, n***a pour up You a k**er, I'm a k**er n***a, so what? I was just in the county eatin' cold cuts Beat my pistol charge, now a n***a turned up Write it in the books, I'm a crook, tell by the look Got these n***as shook, I'm a vet and you steady rook Posted on the scene, sippin' lean, that promethazine Sippin' on codeine, play with Jesus 'fore you play with me All black tee 'til I see my first hundred G's I don't need designer 'cause none of that sh** ain't makin' me Seven six twos, n***a know I got that K with me If I call Kojack, n***a know that boy gon' spray for me, baow

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