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Crooks Video (MV)




Performed By: Foolio
Language: English
Length: 3:13
Written by: Charles Jones, Xavier Dotson




Foolio - Crooks Lyrics
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Haha, 6
6
Money or the fame can't change me
I'ma still be the same me
I'll let my own mama f*ckin' hang me

Write it in the books, I'm a crook, tell by the look (by the look)
Got these niggas shook, I'm a vet and you steady rook (you a 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 (nah)
Seven-six-twos, nigga know I got that K with me (Seven-six-two)
If I call Kojack, nigga know that boy gon' spray for me (grrt-baow)

Boy I got the game in a headlock
Had to hide in the hole 'cause the feds out
Niggas sleepin' on Lil 6 like a bed out
Good connection on your block like it's hotspot
Pull up drop top, pop opps with a big chop (brrt)
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 f*ckin' 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 (nah)
Guns cold dope, ridin' with a hundred felonies (damn)
Stretch said free my brothers out the f*ckin' 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 (ayy)
It's a Honda Civic man, 2004 (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Five percent tint, that shit low low (ayy, ayy, ayy)
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 (finesse, finesse)
Niggas out here stealin' and re-rockin' the flow
Money or the fame, man that shit can't change me
Before I sell my soul, let my own mama hang me

Write it in the books, I'm a crook, tell by the look (by the look)
Got these niggas shook, I'm a vet and you steady rook (you a 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 (nah)
Seven-six-twos, nigga know I got that K with me (Seven-six-two)
If I call Kojack, nigga know that boy gon' spray for me (grrt-baow)

Now this verse, I'ma hit 'em with some simple shit
Bust a nigga bubble, I was thuggin' on that pimple shit
Hole in his face like the nigga got some dimples bitch
Wanna trap out with Lil 6, you just better not move your pivot jit (ooh-ooh-ooh)
'Cause that mean it's a foul on the play
In the stolen car, I don't need a Wraith (skrrt, vroom)
Police get behind me, I'ma do the race (uh, outta there)
Two-twenty on the dash, no catchin' me today (nah)
So basically I'm drivin' in the 'ject
DJ Khaled voice, screamin' we the best
Now I'm all up in her mouth like some Crest (like some toothpaste)
Nutted on her face, I just made a mess (oops, my bad)
Now her mouth look like she ate some powdered donuts
TD be Lil 6, I don't think you know us
You a killer and a shooter then come show us
It's extortion, niggas scary, he ain't show up (it's extortion)
Like a balloon in the air we finna blow up
Hop inside this flat with me, you just might throw up
Took the harder way, I ain't need no cuts (on bro)
Grandma makin' blankets how I got it sewed up
You got lil ice and the Sprite, nigga pour up
You a killer, I'm a killer nigga, so what?
I was just in the county eatin' cold cuts (on bro)
Beat my pistol charge, now a nigga turned up

Write it in the books, I'm a crook, tell by the look (by the look)
Got these niggas shook, I'm a vet and you steady rook (you a 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 (nah)
Seven-six-twos, nigga know I got that K with me (Seven-six-two)
If I call Kojack, nigga know that boy gon' spray for me (grrt-baow)
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English

Haha, 6
6
Money or the fame can't change me
I'ma still be the same me
I'll let my own mama f*ckin' hang me

Write it in the books, I'm a crook, tell by the look (by the look)
Got these niggas shook, I'm a vet and you steady rook (you a 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 (nah)
Seven-six-twos, nigga know I got that K with me (Seven-six-two)
If I call Kojack, nigga know that boy gon' spray for me (grrt-baow)

Boy I got the game in a headlock
Had to hide in the hole 'cause the feds out
Niggas sleepin' on Lil 6 like a bed out
Good connection on your block like it's hotspot
Pull up drop top, pop opps with a big chop (brrt)
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 f*ckin' 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 (nah)
Guns cold dope, ridin' with a hundred felonies (damn)
Stretch said free my brothers out the f*ckin' 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 (ayy)
It's a Honda Civic man, 2004 (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Five percent tint, that shit low low (ayy, ayy, ayy)
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 (finesse, finesse)
Niggas out here stealin' and re-rockin' the flow
Money or the fame, man that shit can't change me
Before I sell my soul, let my own mama hang me

Write it in the books, I'm a crook, tell by the look (by the look)
Got these niggas shook, I'm a vet and you steady rook (you a 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 (nah)
Seven-six-twos, nigga know I got that K with me (Seven-six-two)
If I call Kojack, nigga know that boy gon' spray for me (grrt-baow)

Now this verse, I'ma hit 'em with some simple shit
Bust a nigga bubble, I was thuggin' on that pimple shit
Hole in his face like the nigga got some dimples bitch
Wanna trap out with Lil 6, you just better not move your pivot jit (ooh-ooh-ooh)
'Cause that mean it's a foul on the play
In the stolen car, I don't need a Wraith (skrrt, vroom)
Police get behind me, I'ma do the race (uh, outta there)
Two-twenty on the dash, no catchin' me today (nah)
So basically I'm drivin' in the 'ject
DJ Khaled voice, screamin' we the best
Now I'm all up in her mouth like some Crest (like some toothpaste)
Nutted on her face, I just made a mess (oops, my bad)
Now her mouth look like she ate some powdered donuts
TD be Lil 6, I don't think you know us
You a killer and a shooter then come show us
It's extortion, niggas scary, he ain't show up (it's extortion)
Like a balloon in the air we finna blow up
Hop inside this flat with me, you just might throw up
Took the harder way, I ain't need no cuts (on bro)
Grandma makin' blankets how I got it sewed up
You got lil ice and the Sprite, nigga pour up
You a killer, I'm a killer nigga, so what?
I was just in the county eatin' cold cuts (on bro)
Beat my pistol charge, now a nigga turned up

Write it in the books, I'm a crook, tell by the look (by the look)
Got these niggas shook, I'm a vet and you steady rook (you a 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 (nah)
Seven-six-twos, nigga know I got that K with me (Seven-six-two)
If I call Kojack, nigga know that boy gon' spray for me (grrt-baow)
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Writer: Charles Jones, Xavier Dotson
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