Crooked Lyrics

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