Songtexte Crooks - Foolio
Haha,
6
6
Money
or
the
fame
can't
change
me
I'ma
still
be
the
same
me
I'll
let
my
own
mama
fuckin'
hang
me
Write
it
in
the
books,
I'm
a
crook,
tell
by
the
look
Got
these
niggas
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
shit
ain't
makin'
me
7.62s,
nigga
know
I
got
that
K
with
me
If
I
call
Cojack,
nigga
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
Niggas
sleepin'
on
Lil
6 like
a
bed
out
Get
connection
on
your
block
like
it's
hotspot
Pull
up
drop
top,
pop
opps
with
a
big
chop
We
got
big
Glocks,
I
might
dab,
but
I
don't
Milly
Rock
I
want
a
hundred
bands,
nigga
sleepy
off
a
hundred
Xans
Molly
look
like
sand,
rock
and
roll
like
a
fuckin'
band
Zay
he
on
the
beat,
and
you
know
he
got
that
heat
for
me
Slidin'
in
the
Jeep,
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
fuckin'
penitentiary
This
is
the
real
rap,
most
these
rap
niggas
big
cap
He
actin'
like
a
bitch,
just
for
that
get
him
bitch
slapped
Cruisin'
down
the
street
in
my
stolo
(ay)
It's
a
Honda
Civic
man,
2004
(ay,
ay,
ay)
Five
percent
tint,
that
shit
low
low
(ay,
ay,
ay)
Anybody
die,
eeny,
miny,
moe
I'm
an
Israelite,
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
(finesse,
finesse)
Niggas
out
here
stealin'
and
rerockin'
the
flow
(what
the
fuck?)
Money
or
the
fame,
man
that
shit
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
niggas
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
shit
ain't
makin'
me
7.62s,
nigga
know
I
got
that
K
with
me
If
I
call
Cojack,
nigga
know
that
boy
gon'
spray
for
me,
baow
Now
this
verse,
I'ma
hit
'em
with
some
simple
shit
Bust
a
nigga
bubble,
I
was
thuggin'
on
that
pimple
shit
Hole
in
his
face
like
the
nigga
got
some
dimples,
bitch
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
(skrrt)
Police
get
behind
me,
I'ma
do
the
race
220
on
the
dash,
no
catchin'
me
today
(nah)
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
(like
some
toothpaste)
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
killer
and
a
shooter
then
come
show
us
It's
extortion,
niggas
scary,
he
ain't
show
up
(it's
extortion)
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,
nigga,
pour
up
You
a
killer,
I'm
a
killer
nigga,
so
what?
I
was
just
in
the
county
eatin'
cold
cuts
(on
bro)
Beat
my
pistol
charge,
now
a
nigga
turned
up
Write
it
in
the
books,
I'm
a
crook,
tell
by
the
look
Got
these
niggas
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
shit
ain't
makin'
me
7.62s,
nigga
know
I
got
that
K
with
me
If
I
call
Cojack,
nigga
know
that
boy
gon'
spray
for
me,
baow

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