Crooks Foolio

[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 fuckin' hang me

[Chorus]
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
Seven six twos, nigga know I got that K with me
If I call Kojack, nigga 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
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
It's a Honda Civic man, 2004
Five percent tint, that shit low low
Anybody die, eeny miny mo
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
Niggas out here stealin' and rerockin' the flow
Money or the fame, man that shit can't change me
Before I sell my soul, let my own mama hang me