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crooked i – g’s stay low lyrics

[interlude]
time to get paid, tell me are you down
500 pounds then we send it out of town
get a big sack, glip that, ’till it’s all gone
watch what you’re saying, speak in codes on the phone

[verse 1]
ay, recognize game when you’re talking to a k!lla
45 a pound, i can hit you with the k!lla
call my cousing sauce when you ready with the scrilla
got that new bomb sh-t, silverback gorilla
wanna teste the product before you buy? i’ll bring some
got a snow bunny b-tch, call her mrs. green thumb
’cause all she do is grow weed baby
bubble kush to that o.g. baby
threw a couple dollars into a medicinal clinic
slang illegal weed, we on a mission to get it
just give it a minute, the benz’ll be kitted
the rims’ll be spinning while the thickest pretty b-tches are in it
hustlers are color-blind, we unite (we unite)
my mexican connects, always do me right
got some bad -ss chicas you should bring through the studio
half baked in this b-tch, you know how the movie go
my iphone rining ’cause business is beautiful
opportunity knocking so let my n-gga through the do’
yo, snitches thinking i’m a rookie
i’mma put you in a hole deeper than your momma’s p-ssy

[chorus – x2]
shhhh, real g’s stay low
make power moves, but don’t let n0body know
send a hundred pounds out of town, watch it go
keep your mouth shut, if you’re snitching you a ho ( you a ho)

[verse 2]
shhhh, if you snitch, you a ho
cops they be crooked, it’s me if you didn’t know
they ain’t trying to save the hood by getting rid of blow
they just want your black -ss wearing them prison clothes
they gotta k!ll me, hope my mother say a prayer
got a message for the governor and mayor
i’m a hustler and a player
ask a brother if he care
about the laws you install
middle finger in the air (b-tch)
yeah, f-ck the d.a. and the judge
they ain’t go up in the pj with the thugs
or the c-a where the slugs go (pow!)
make the noise in the hood
wanna see a dead body, we some boyz n the hood
at the bet awards, naked sleeve r-t-rded
somebody need work, had to leave when it started
back then the west was such a dead market
i had to bounce like, ”f-ck a red carpet”
i’m a hustler

- crooked i lyrics

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