Smooth Criminal
Lil Capalot, bitch, ha
Smooth criminal, Mike Jack
And I still like to tote a .45, like Mike back
Put a fuck nigga right on the pavement
He gon' need a body bag or a night sack
He a bitch, he'll fold under pressure
I can tell from his posture, man, he ain't really like that
Mama told me, "I don't care if you scared
Go in for the kill, if they try you, better fight back"
We'll beat his ass if a nigga throw the folks up
What's all that shit you was saying like you was so tough?
They gon' have to carry your mans if he approach us
Creeping and that glizzy'll blam when we get close up
Rich ass gangster, my gun match the color of my car
Any sudden movement and this bitch go "fa-fa"
Nigga gon' be hugging Allah
I'm the G.O.A.T, I'm a thug, I'm a star
Youngin tryna clear crowd with the heat
When you riding, better keep a .40 cal', 'bout to see
He was banging wrong, 'till they found him deceased
It's a whole lot of evil roaming 'round in the streets
So, you better look both ways, make your soul shake
Demons standing in the doorway
Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
Screaming out, "No way!"
Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
Still on that bullshit, MJ
Really one of the hottest, and I never dropped a mixtape
All my life had to risk take
But if a nigga try me, .40 kick it 'til my wrist break
Let anybody in this bitch play
I'ma have my C's, leave his ass in the ground with a stiff ache
Where I'm from, all the killers turn hood legend
And they known through them blocks like Dikembe
Toting on some' bigger than the great Khali
30 shots'll knock him down like Muhammed Ali
Do the race, scratch off, finna track opp G's
Catch him lacking, then it's R.I.P, bitch
Youngin tryna clear crowd with the heat
When you riding, better keep a .40 cal', 'bout to see
He was banging wrong, 'till they found him deceased
It's a whole lot of evil roaming 'round in the streets
So, you better look both ways, make your soul shake
Demons standing in the doorway
Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
Screaming out, "No way!"
Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
Smooth criminal, Mike Jack
And I still like to tote a .45, like Mike back
Put a fuck nigga right on the pavement
He gon' need a body bag or a night sack
He a bitch, he'll fold under pressure
I can tell from his posture, man, he ain't really like that
Mama told me, "I don't care if you scared
Go in for the kill, if they try you, better fight back"
We'll beat his ass if a nigga throw the folks up
What's all that shit you was saying like you was so tough?
They gon' have to carry your mans if he approach us
Creeping and that glizzy'll blam when we get close up
Rich ass gangster, my gun match the color of my car
Any sudden movement and this bitch go "fa-fa"
Nigga gon' be hugging Allah
I'm the G.O.A.T, I'm a thug, I'm a star
Youngin tryna clear crowd with the heat
When you riding, better keep a .40 cal', 'bout to see
He was banging wrong, 'till they found him deceased
It's a whole lot of evil roaming 'round in the streets
So, you better look both ways, make your soul shake
Demons standing in the doorway
Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
Screaming out, "No way!"
Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
Still on that bullshit, MJ
Really one of the hottest, and I never dropped a mixtape
All my life had to risk take
But if a nigga try me, .40 kick it 'til my wrist break
Let anybody in this bitch play
I'ma have my C's, leave his ass in the ground with a stiff ache
Where I'm from, all the killers turn hood legend
And they known through them blocks like Dikembe
Toting on some' bigger than the great Khali
30 shots'll knock him down like Muhammed Ali
Do the race, scratch off, finna track opp G's
Catch him lacking, then it's R.I.P, bitch
Youngin tryna clear crowd with the heat
When you riding, better keep a .40 cal', 'bout to see
He was banging wrong, 'till they found him deceased
It's a whole lot of evil roaming 'round in the streets
So, you better look both ways, make your soul shake
Demons standing in the doorway
Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
Screaming out, "No way!"
Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Travis Sayles, Michael Jackson, Khaled Rohaim
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