Yeah, Crooked keep a German Luger, a Bazooka and three vest He's not from Cash Money but man he's fresh Ever since I was a baby I was about them millions All about my paper like my name was Slim Williams We kill like we primitive, warn women and children Them wig pillin' henchman have just entered the building, toaten' things with 'em See I've been packing heaters since niggaz was wearin' adidas With no strings in 'em, Crookeds flow bring venom I'm hungry as if my pockets had no G's in 'em Unload heat hit 'em, the strap spark it You collapse on a shack carpet, the gat's heartless Watch it hit the exact target, act hard bitch we love it when cats start shit Kill 'em and sell their vital organs on the black market How many songs must I fucking record? That a thug ?, till he's runnin' the board Fuck a couple awards; I want the cover of Forbes Nigga try to stop that is gettin' stucked with a sword You don't need nicotine to put a hole in your lung like emphysema Cause I can do it quick with this trigger finger Attitude on the mic like Ike when he was sick of Tina Switch the demeanor, when I'm in a 360 Modena Fuck a subpoena, a felony or a misdemeanor Nigga wanna snitch on me, watch how quickly I click the Nina Yeah, rappers think they hot enough to do me I'm way ahead of you nigga, you need binoculars to view me I suck you up and if you think I'm popular then sue me Your body's poppin' up in two weeks That don't rhyme, this insane cat don't mind, to add on line I spit game like Pat O'Brien, big thangs, I don't plan on dyin' My nick name is Spit flame, quick aim, I keep my hand on iron And I don't really wanna have to point this pistol at your throat And send you to somebody who took the Hippocratic oat Switch it up, each rhyme is vivid, each line is I live it It's a movie, nigga, these are some cinematic quotes Your verse sound plastic, just another hers bound bastard In a dirt ground casket, Crooked is a first round draft pick In the first round get your ass kicked and die in the first round blasted
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Copy to Clipboard: Yeah, Crooked keep a German Luger, a Bazooka and three vest He's not from Cash Money but man he's fresh Ever since I was a baby I was about them millions All about my paper like my name was Slim Williams We kill like we primitive, warn women and children Them wig pillin' henchman have just entered the building, toaten' things with 'em See I've been packing heaters since niggaz was wearin' adidas With no strings in 'em, Crookeds flow bring venom I'm hungry as if my pockets had no G's in 'em Unload heat hit 'em, the strap spark it You collapse on a shack carpet, the gat's heartless Watch it hit the exact target, act hard bitch we love it when cats start shit Kill 'em and sell their vital organs on the black market How many songs must I fucking record? That a thug ?, till he's runnin' the board Fuck a couple awards; I want the cover of Forbes Nigga try to stop that is gettin' stucked with a sword You don't need nicotine to put a hole in your lung like emphysema Cause I can do it quick with this trigger finger Attitude on the mic like Ike when he was sick of Tina Switch the demeanor, when I'm in a 360 Modena Fuck a subpoena, a felony or a misdemeanor Nigga wanna snitch on me, watch how quickly I click the Nina Yeah, rappers think they hot enough to do me I'm way ahead of you nigga, you need binoculars to view me I suck you up and if you think I'm popular then sue me Your body's poppin' up in two weeks That don't rhyme, this insane cat don't mind, to add on line I spit game like Pat O'Brien, big thangs, I don't plan on dyin' My nick name is Spit flame, quick aim, I keep my hand on iron And I don't really wanna have to point this pistol at your throat And send you to somebody who took the Hippocratic oat Switch it up, each rhyme is vivid, each line is I live it It's a movie, nigga, these are some cinematic quotes Your verse sound plastic, just another hers bound bastard In a dirt ground casket, Crooked is a first round draft pick In the first round get your ass kicked and die in the first round blasted
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