Crooks

[Intro]

(Swirv)

Man stepped in the dance, what's good?

Tell her I don't really like those shubz

Know that I'm more of a crook

(Traphouse Mob)

[Chorus]

Man stepped in the dance, what's good?

She's tellin' me, "Why you look awkward?" I told her I don't really like those shubz

You know that I'm more of a crook

My nigga said he wants some flake so I swang that shot to my nigga Ace Boogz

I was out here with my broski Weaver, remember when dem tings didn't even wanna look?

[Verse 1]

If I ain't gettin' that flake of Mafta, then I'm gettin' my flake off GI

When I got bagged by CID, all about the money like TI

Man's been on my block since knee high, and you know I'm still here

Slap it in doggy, man's pullin' her hair, she's talkin' 'bout kids man tell her "Ah yeah"

Man tell her "Ah yeah" then I'm leavin'

She thought I was gonna stay for the evenin'

She asked what I'm doin' next weekend, pshh, had to tell the bitch man's leanin'

Man treats my opps the same way I treat my girl, had both of them leakin'

And you know I'm out 'ere thievin' I'm trappin', if I get nicked man still ain't speakin'

Nah I still ain't speakin', I was out 'ere with Jibba just schemin'

It was me and HR in the deep end, now they take both of my niggas to Sweden

Tell the opps go give us a reason, I can guarantee that my niggas get it even

Don't leave your nigga that's treason, stay with your darg, yeah, and hold that beatin'

[Chorus]

Man stepped in the dance, what's good?

She's tellin' me, "Why you look awkward?" I told her I don't really like those shubz

You know that I'm more of a crook

My nigga said he wants some flake so I swang that shot to my nigga Ace Boogz

I was out here with my broski Weaver, remember when dem tings didn't even wanna look?

[Verse 2]

Still tell a yute what's what

Man do it like Skinna and Dot, pop, I love how they obbo our opps

If you see Mitch with the Glock, just like the trap, he's lickin' off shots

Nah I don't wait on crops, I was OT with rocks, that was me and Soz tryna lock that spot

Still screamin' out free Blacka, nah my nigga ain't a part-time trapper

And my broski J touched road, but they still got my nigga on Mappa

Frontline, yeah im there with Dappa, or I'm with Blocka, he loves his dagger

Now they callin' my nigga a hoe, why, cah he'll be a full-time slapper

They try and give me 5 for a show that's 24 hours in O

What's 5 racks, you joke? Man, I wanna spend 5 on smoke

Them niggas still gassed off clothes, fake-arse yutes, tell them jump off road

I'm with Adz and you know that's bro, me and YF 2 rambo's show

[Chorus]

Man stepped in the dance, what's good?

She's tellin' me, "Why you look awkward?" I told her I don't really like those shubz

You know that I'm more of a crook

My nigga said he wants some flake so I swang that shot to my nigga Ace Boogz

I was out here with my broski Weaver, remember when dem tings didn't even wanna look?

[Outro]

Still tell a yute what's what

Man do it like

Pop, I love how they obbo our opps