Feel Like Tookie
(Wescraccin Drako...)
(Drop That Shit Bird)
(Woa)
(Woa)
(Yea)
RFC the gang we ain't doing no lacking
Hit a nigga with a ratchet
Now that bitch in a casket
Smoking dead opps to the face
Riding Round with them sticks
Hit a nigga in his shit
Chasing this bag, I ain't chasing no bitch
Menace to society, I feel like I'm TOOKIE
Real Left crip twelve could never book me
(Yea)
Shit get dangerous
Turn angels to Demons
Nigga what you banging?
Only shopping at Neiman
FN on my right, Glock on the left
Talkin on the gang
Wop at ya neck
Smokin on opp pack, Shit got my woozy
(Dizzy, Busy, Bitch)
I ride through the city, I ain't talking about vice
Glock with a laser it came with a light
Run in house nigga breaking yo bones
Beat him with sticks, nigga beat him with stones
He want to be gang, but that nigga a wannabe
I hang with them shooters you hang with them lames
You smoking on swishers, I'm smoking on games
You fucking on thots that's fucking for fame
If you a dub we taking your life
If you a scrub we taking your pipe
How you a crip your flag on your right
Wop and Paso beating ass on sight
RFC the gang we ain't doing no lacking
Hit a nigga with a ratchet
Now that bitch in a casket
Smoking dead opps to the face
Riding Round with them sticks
Hit a nigga in his shit
Chasing this bag, I ain't chasing no bitch
Menace to society, I feel like I'm TOOKIE
Real Left crip twelve could never book me
(Drop That Shit Bird)
(Woa)
(Woa)
(Yea)
RFC the gang we ain't doing no lacking
Hit a nigga with a ratchet
Now that bitch in a casket
Smoking dead opps to the face
Riding Round with them sticks
Hit a nigga in his shit
Chasing this bag, I ain't chasing no bitch
Menace to society, I feel like I'm TOOKIE
Real Left crip twelve could never book me
(Yea)
Shit get dangerous
Turn angels to Demons
Nigga what you banging?
Only shopping at Neiman
FN on my right, Glock on the left
Talkin on the gang
Wop at ya neck
Smokin on opp pack, Shit got my woozy
(Dizzy, Busy, Bitch)
I ride through the city, I ain't talking about vice
Glock with a laser it came with a light
Run in house nigga breaking yo bones
Beat him with sticks, nigga beat him with stones
He want to be gang, but that nigga a wannabe
I hang with them shooters you hang with them lames
You smoking on swishers, I'm smoking on games
You fucking on thots that's fucking for fame
If you a dub we taking your life
If you a scrub we taking your pipe
How you a crip your flag on your right
Wop and Paso beating ass on sight
RFC the gang we ain't doing no lacking
Hit a nigga with a ratchet
Now that bitch in a casket
Smoking dead opps to the face
Riding Round with them sticks
Hit a nigga in his shit
Chasing this bag, I ain't chasing no bitch
Menace to society, I feel like I'm TOOKIE
Real Left crip twelve could never book me
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Writer(s): Julian Lovings
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