Let's Go

[Verse 1: KXNG Crooked]

The killer standing in your front yard

Gun bars motherfucker, we got gun bars

Bullets spreading from your lumbar to where your lungs are

Talking shit like Donald, pull your trump card

Chill with the angry rap, fuck that

Like pulling out when doggystyling, it’s the comeback

Corporate sponsors don’t like it homie, what’s that

Still got niggas sitting in the drug trap

Beautiful ignorance, I spew beautiful ignorance

I'll fucking shoot you what you think I do to some instruments?

Real bitches love my shit, do the arithmetics

They don’t fuck with your soft shit, that’s musical impotence

Hell nah, I don’t fuck with y’all

Glocks and them revolvers man, I done tucked them all

I know the cops probably kill me with shots ‘cause I can’t duck ‘em all

I just pray to God my dying words is “fuck them all”

[Interlue]

(Word, man)

Fuck the motherfucking police, man

Killing niggas with their hands up

(On my mama)

Fuck them motherfucker, man

(Hate them motherfuckers)

You know what, we got start killing them out here

(Like doo, doo, doo)

[Hook: KXNG Crooked]

I’m just a shady ass nigga from the west coast

Getting cash money ever since Death Row

Ain’t no limit to the way I let my tec blow

Rock a fella to sleep with a smith & wess yo

I’m a ruthless bad boy nigga, let’s go

I’m a ruthless bad boy nigga, let’s go

I’m a ruthless bad boy nigga, let’s go

I’m a ruthless bad boy nigga, let’s go

[Veres 2: KXNG Crooked]

Yeah, Fake niggas got the game falling

I give a fuck if you lames balling

You don’t like me, get to name calling

I speak my mind like I’m James Baldwin

Yeah, I’m raising hell while you’re facing L’s

Losing yourself chasing sales, that’s a major fail

I’m ringing bells, blazing trails, nigga my paper swells

All day I think of bars, blame my brain cells

I’m getting drunk if you can’t tell

Ain’t no gravity in this ho so I can’t fail

Fall, all you pussy boys go to hell

If I tell you what I know, I’ll probably go to jail

But I think too futuristic to ever become a new statistic

Like you predicted, right, I’m super gifted, right, and what I write is too descriptive

We can get pugilistic, or I can shoot the biscuit

‘Cause I shoot terrific, you will lose if you get the ruger twisted

Right, they’re wondering where that real rap was

Nah Statik, these niggas don’t want to rap, cuz

And I got some bloggers I don’t like at all

Fuck your site, nigga, put me on the cover of Final Call

[Interlude]

You fucking mother fucking punk ass websites

(Like some Malcolm X shit)

You damn sites tried to kill hip-hop

(The shit here crazy, man)

It’s fucking hipsters out here

Posting all that soft shit

We don’t fuck with that soft shit

(We don’t like that shit, nigga, fuck it)

[Hook: KXNG Crooked]

I’m just a shady ass nigga from the west coast

Getting cash money ever since Death Row

Ain’t no limit to the way I let my tec blow

Rock a fella to sleep with a smith & wess yo

I’m a ruthless bad boy nigga, let’s go

I’m a ruthless bad boy nigga, let’s go

I’m a ruthless bad boy nigga, let’s go

I’m a ruthless bad boy nigga, let’s go

[Verse 3: Termanology]

I’m just a grimy Puerto Rican from the east coast

Squeeze toast, lifting off your chain, call me Debo

In front of One Freedom Tower with the beams glowing

All my goons hungry wolves with the teeth showing

I’ll run in the building where Darren Wilson live

Wearing a Mike Brown mask and kill his pregnant bitch

I got a military submachine navy gat

That will put you where Brenda put the baby at

I’ll cut your tongue out, it’s nothing you can say to that

Just a mercenary machine that was made to rap

And for the profit, I’ll hit you with a dome rocket

You should’ve went and bought a gun instead of foam posits

A nine, 38, desert, and a mac milli

Four different kinds of spitters like Black Hippy

You act silly, I’ll treat you like a clown, man

Put a red dot on your nose and have you found dead

I’m ruthless ‘til I die, call me Eazy-E

But I bring the east coast sound like I’m in D&D

Rest in peace Sean P, you was the rapping king

Cop your thing one time in the air for Statik KXNG