Get It Crunk

We came here to get it crunk like (jump!)
In the club with our middle fingers up like (jump!)
Now, we gonna make 'em stomp like (jump!)
Haters get out of line we hit 'em up like

Well I'm flippin' and grippin' my woodgrain steering wheel (steering wheel)
I made a mill at 18, nigga how it feel
It feel good to cash cheques every other day (yes!)
If you ain't talkin' bout money, go the other way
Miss me with that bullshit dawg I'm on the grind (grind)
You disrespect me while I'm on stage, it's goin' down

Bottles, chairs, whatever I get my hands on
You can bet your bottom dollar they get some (jump!)
If you think you strong enough to take a shot (jump!)
I bet you changin' your mind when you lookin' now (jump!)
These niggas like to talk shit, then apologize (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
You put my name in a verse then I gotta ride

We came here to get it crunk like (jump!)
In the club with our middle fingers up like (jump!)
Now, we gonna make 'em stomp like (jump!)
Haters get out of line we hit 'em up like (jump)
We came here to get it crunk like (jump!)
In the club with our middle fingers up like (jump!)
Now, we gonna make 'em stomp like (jump!)
Haters get out of line we hit 'em up like (jump)

Look I'm a pimp
Mine is the three-piece suit
My grill the same color as my GT Coupe
Gators snappin' on my feet like they fresh out the jungle
There's a nine in my vest, but it's a tec' in my Hummer
I know I make y'all niggas wonder how I'm gettin' that cash (cash)
Cause when we gotta drop, I ain't spendin' my last (my last)

The prices (jump!)
If you out of town and you need a bird (jump!)
I could ban him and blow his brains on the fuckin' curve (jump!)
You don't want beef with my squad nigga (jump!)
Come out the club off note, you gettin' rob nigga (jump!)
Stupid if you wanted dawg
These hollow tips gon' put you in a coma dawg. you dig?

We came here to get it crunk like (jump!)
In the club with our middle fingers up like (jump!)
Now, we gonna make 'em stomp like (jump!)
Haters get out of line we hit 'em up like (jump!)
We came here to get it crunk like (jump!)
In the club with our middle fingers up like (jump!)
Now, we gonna make 'em stomp like (jump!)
Haters get out of line we hit 'em up like (jump)

Hey!
Niggas claim they got guns but they ain't shot nobody
Or you a stick-up kid why you ain't got nobody? (Stop lyin!)
Niggas at the bar buyin' shit they can't afford
You think he ballin' until you see his Honda Accord
And tell valet not to scratch my wheel
Or he gon' leave here wit a busted lip

Me and Crime Boss rollin' in my Coupe Devile
I ain't tryin' leave you in but I shoot to kill
Hey! I'm like Jeezy I trap or die (trap or die)
And I don't pop, pop, I rather fire
I'm a thug and you know it, you damn right I show it
22's on my lotus just in case you haven't noticed

We came here to get it crunk like (jump!)
In the club with our middle fingers up like (jump!)
Now, we gonna make 'em stomp like (jump!)
Haters get out of line we hit 'em up like (jump)
We came here to get it crunk like (jump!)
In the club with our middle fingers up like (jump!)
Now, we gonna make 'em stomp like (jump!)
Haters get out of line we hit 'em up like (jump)

Hey I bet he won't (jump!)
Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't (jump!)
Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't (jump!)
She talkin' all that shit but I bet she won't (jump!)
She actin' like a bitch 'cause I know she won't (jump!)
Oh, oh, oh, you better not (jump!)
Oh, oh, oh, you better not (jump!)
Oh, oh, oh, y'all better not (jump!)
Oh, oh, oh, You fuck around and get (jump!)

Whoo!
Shout to my nigga Zab Judah
Floyd Mayweather, Roy Jones, Winky Wright know what I'm sayin'
What up to my nigga Bernard Hopkins
Yeah, holla at yo boy!



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Writer(s): Wesley E. Weston, Derrick Scott Spearman
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