No more rocks, Rubber glocks homie Move here all I hear, Call the cops on me Ankle gold straight for my chucks, Chevy truck Good CD, I rhyme to every nigga with I'll weed We at the cheeba house toast'n, Rhymes we roast'n a hundred K All they say is Rae and Ghost shitted Mind frame puzzled, Bezzle cost one million franks The Louie luggage bordered in Brussels No he didn't, Harry Winston watch, My time's limit I.C.S., The G kitted, We fitted Making my way all through the garden Large nigga respect, Yep, The Chef up, He kept calling Counter move'n with my shorty, We both lizard down Her neck, My ring blizzard down, Get up in the South Cooling with the hood goonies The Mickey Rooney's of the Project when mad logic step in the room
(Yes sir) Where niggas rock mink coats and carry a mink tote We got our bitches on mean boats (Yes Sir) The money that come we spending it, Getting it Don't give a fuck you get shot in the rented kid (Yes Sir) Don't play with the Kings with blings on (Yes Sir) No fake shit, Say the wrong thing and your team's gone (Yes Sir) From killers and rap niggas who clap niggas up What, Yeah but, Go get your little gats nigga
Yo this ain't your average type boss shit Steel pipes big enough to blow out your fausete We car buying, Bar buying, Not to mention My wall got flicks of me standing in the back of a large lion Shearling on, Shirt chill burning my man up Style is back up in this like P. and E. Sermon So what ya'll wanna do these bars is French toast Sin City style I'm like Marv in the trench coat Busting off arrows like Cupid The truth is I got the mother load from my girl and booked it Went to my cell shitted out then pooped it Sat broken down twenty dollars for two sticks Uhh, I'm a hustler, Ya'll my customers Broke niggas just wanna smoke like a muffler homie It's Crooked I and the Chef, And of course me Michael Phelps of this shit who wanna endorse me
If it's war I'm reaching for the heat I got bullets the size prehistoric teeth That'll bite you like the heater or the beef So I feed it more to eat, To lead a boy your sleep Leave em leaking on the street Then I'm creeping low, Discreet I'm the reason for police when I'm squeezing on my piece Like I be squeezing on your piece When she drinking on my skeet She move when a gangsta say so She wanna pop skittles, Wanna taste the rainbow You never know, Crooked could be poke'n your Mom In ? while smoke'n a bong, The ultimate Don Closed mouth don't get feed, I'm quoting you Psalms Closed fists don't get bread, So open your palms Yeah, How can you not feel that I'm on Rodeo with the top peeled back yelling C.O.B. I took a vow of abstinence for ya sucker emcees Which mean I swear to God none of ya'll fucking with me, Uhh
