CROOKS. Lyrics

I ain't choose the rukus b

The rukus chose me

We be posted up in bamboo forests sparking up profusely

Ain't never passed a blunt to nobody who ain't close

If you ain't been passed in a while then just know that you been dead to me

My boy always out here giving free tech to these waman

The crows be listening but in the end they always stagnant

Bitch I'm thru with yo shenanigans

Shit weaker than yo only fans

Hoes got me feeling infernal

Send me to the flames fye again

Lil' bitch

The problems postulating how to replace the time we wasted

Secured by enemies it's steadily making y'all complacent

Act like you got it alone then pass it to me so I can face it bitch

You cry when you on yo own ain't no replacing this hoe

Tip toe

The world is ending fast

Judgement day is coming are you good or are you bad

What about that time you killed that adolescent lad

Or when you robbed a bank because your mind has turned you mad

What about the voices going on inside your head

The ones that tell you always how you're better off dead

The ones that make you think the thought of copper through your head

Rukus gang forever yuh we coming for this bread

Billion bands on my back

Bury me i'm blue

Bought a big ass van and put a spoiler on the roof

Imma get this money with my niggas on it too

We gone shut it down best get to packing sudawoo

Linger and fall

I'm just tryna be festive

What the fuck will it take for you to pickup the message

Every mind breeds sorrow

This is how we've been blessed

I guess you only live once till the big guy resets it

Lost boy in this shit

We believe in this shit

Goes hard as the nut that you see from my dick

My life is all fucked why'd you lead me to this

Jit damaged as fuck make em' bleed from the lip

Remember the days that I'd fiend for a kiss

Nowadays I'm just mad and I fiend for a lick

Bust down the dam doors and I shoot from the hip

Bust hard like i fuck and it shoot from my tip

God dam

Good riddance to your pockets

Not for profit then the mothafuckas scram

Issa trap

Soon as a nigga catch you lacking

Get to scrapping till somebody take a nap

I pity the demons residing in me

It's the reason I'm fiending for splendor in trees

Like treasure chests buried deep down in the sea

This sand covers land bliss is buried in leaves