Crooked

They took dub, they took bean, half my niggas, they got took
Me and Stunna caught a sentence, we ain't even have a book
We in traffic behind tint, niggas bet not fuckin' look
Cant be only playin' defense, boy some nights you gotta push

I was runnin' round with pistols, you was runnin' round shook
I was robbin', we was takin', you was gettin' shit took
I was breakin' down books, you was tryna sell hooks
You a motherfuckin' rapper, we some motherfuckin' crooks
Yeah, yeah, we some motherfuckin' crooks
Yeah, yeah, we some motherfuckin' crooks
I was breakin' down books, you was tryna sell hooks
You a motherfuckin' rapper, we some motherfuckin' crooks

I'm a crooked motherfucker, only loyal to the gang
I was facin' fed indictments, still doin' my fuckin' thing
Boy, that time fucked me up, I'll never be the same
Say I went to jail, came home, ripped like Gucci Mane
Nigga, I ain't tryna fight, better get some fuckin' aim
Face shot, head shots, bullets ping off your brain
Stop tryna cop deuces, boy this shit'll never change
It'll never be no peace, R.I.P. D.Thang
Quawn hit me, he like, unc can you get a B.O.A
I'm a motherfuckin' trapper, fraud ain't my fuckin' lane
Keep a pocket full of hundreds, how I got my fuckin' name
Halloween, we shootin' drakes, not no motherfuckin' paint

I was runnin' round with pistols you was runnin' round shook
I was robbin', we was takin', you was gettin' shit took
I was breakin' down books, you was tryna sell hooks
You a motherfuckin' rapper, we some motherfuckin' crooks
Yeah, Yeah, We some motherfuckin' crooks
Yeah, Yeah, We some mutherfuckin' crooks
I was breakin' down books, you was tryna sell hooks
You a motherfuckin' rapper, we some motherfuckin' crooks

Gotta watch how I move, I'm a two time felon
Still got the stick on me split yo motherfuckin' melon
Nigga sold me oil base and B-12 couldn't stretch it
Dropped dirty birds nigga wanna know why I finessed
The bitch read my DM, ask me who the fuck Vanessa
New bitch new whips got my old bitches jealous
Got a cougar all she play is Keith Sweat Salt n Peppa
But she got concealed carry, we in traffic with the weapon
In the Raq keep a pipe, matter of fact keep a extra
Keep a gleesh up in my reach, not no dusty ass Beretta
Man this shit happen so fast I had to blow it through my sweater
Let off fifty from the cutter, now come put your man together

I was runnin' round with pistols, you was runnin' round shook
I was robbin', we was takin', you was gettin' shit took
I was breakin' down books, you was tryna sell hooks
You a motherfuckin' rapper, we some motherfuckin' crooks
Yeah, yeah, we some motherfuckin' crooks
Yeah, yeah, we some motherfuckin' crooks
I was breakin' down books, you was tryna sell hooks
You a motherfuckin' rapper, we some motherfuckin' crooks



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Writer(s): Justin Wrice
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