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foolio - crooks lyrics

[intro]
haha, 6
6
money or the fame can’t change me
i’ma still be the same me
i’ll let my own mama f-ckin’ hang me

[chorus]
write it in the books, i’m a crook, tell by the look
got these n-ggas 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 sh-t ain’t makin’ me
seven six twos, n-gga know i got that k with me
if i call kojack, n-gga know that boy gon’ spray for me, baow

[verse 1]
boy i got the game in a headlock
had to hide in the hole ’cause the feds saw it
n-ggas 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, n-gga sleepy off a hundred xans
molly look like sand, rock and roll like a f-ckin’ 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 f-ckin’ penitentiary
this is the real rap, most these rap n-ggas big cap
he actin’ like a b-tch, just for that get him b-tch slapped
cruisin’ down the street in my stolo
it’s a honda civic man, 2004
five percent tint, that sh-t low low
anybody die, eeny miny mo
all my extras light 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
n-ggas out here stealin’ and rerockin’ the flow
money or the fame, man that sh-t can’t change me
before i sell my soul, let my own mama hang me

[verse 2]
now this verse, i’ma hit ’em with some simple sh-t
bust a n-gga bubble, i was thuggin’ on that pimple sh-t
hole in his face like the n-gga got some dimples b-tch
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
police get behind me, i’ma do the race
two-twenty on the dash, no catchin’ me today
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
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 k!ller and a shooter then come show us
it’s extortion, n-ggas scary, he ain’t show up
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, n-gga pour up
you a k!ller, i’m a k!ller n-gga, so what?
i was just in the county eatin’ cold cuts
beat my pistol charge, now a n-gga turned up

- foolio lyrics

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