Down Da Crook & Skilla Baby

[Intro: Da Crook]
(Fuelz got that heat)
(BB had to do it to 'em)
Huh? Yeah

[Chorus: Da Crook]
Everybody stand on business 'til we knock 'em down
Thirty shots jump out that Draco, chopper chop him down
Plug just threw a brick of dog, karate chop it down
That penthouse gon' hit lil' different, you started on the ground
That foreign gon' whip a lil' different, that's how a turbo sound
Anywhere they slip, it's goin' down
Niggas know I ain't doin' no zips, you better buy a pound
And niggas know we don't do attempts, tell brodie run him down

[Verse 1: Da Crook]
Put it in my hand, these hoes got me on prepay
Kill an opp on cam, I'm tryna watch the replay
If it's a race to some M's, I'm on a sweet pace
Drop two hundred bands on your head, now it's a sweepstakes
My young niggas treat hits like backhands, they tryna cash in
Don't book me for no show if I can't get my strap in
Imagine me not makin' it home because of this rap shit
Shit I be thinkin' just make me wanna clap shit
Niggas look like real bitches postin' from fake pages
Dropped his addy for pussy, that's how lil' bro blazed him
My opps know we pack shit, no switchin' locations
Way before they heard on the news, put spliffs in rotation