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[Intro: Da Crook]
(Fuelz got that heat)
(BB had to do it to 'em)
Huh? Yeah

[Chorus: Da Crook]
Everybody stand on business 'til we knock 'em down
Thirty shots jump out that Draco, chopper chop him down
Plug just threw a brick of dog, karate chop it down
That penthouse gon' hit lil' different, you started on the ground
That foreign gon' whip a lil' different, that's how a turbo sound
Anywhere they slip, it's goin' down
n*ggas know I ain't doin' no zips, you better buy a pound
And n*ggas know we don't do attempts, tell brodie run him down

[Verse 1: Da Crook]
Put it in my hand, these hoes got me on prepay
Kill an opp on cam, I'm tryna watch the replay
If it's a race to some M's, I'm on a sweet pace
Drop two hundred bands on your head, now it's a sweepstakes
My young n*ggas treat hits like backhands, they tryna cash in
Don't book me for no show if I can't get my strap in
Imagine me not makin' it home because of this rap sh*t
sh*t I be thinkin' just make me wanna clap sh*t
n*ggas look like real b*tches postin' from fake pages
Dropped his addy for pus*y, that's how lil' bro blazed him
My opps know we pack sh*t, no switchin' locations
Way before they heard on the news, put spliffs in rotation
[Chorus: Da Crook]
Everybody stand on business 'til we knock 'em down
Thirty shots jump out that Draco, chopper chop him down
Plug just threw a brick of dog, karate chop it down
That penthouse gon' hit lil' different, you started on the ground
That foreign gon' whip a lil' different, that's how a turbo sound
Anywhere they slip, it's goin' down
n*ggas know I ain't doin' no zips, you better buy a pound
And n*ggas know we don't do attempts, tell brodie run him—

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
Hmm, AR with the nuts, 40 with the kick
We hop out and walk him down, we don't do attempts
Y'all shootin' from cars, y'all n*ggas some kids
We hit n*ggas in they head, n*gga, go back if you miss
We hop out them strikers, tryna send a n*gga home
I know soon as n*ggas die, I been doin' this sh*t so long
For the right price, we'll do a n*gga wrong
Hit that n*gga in his dome, when you go, don't take your phone, n*gga
All my opps get fapped at, get they hat tapped
That boy ain't never seein' twenty-one, this ain't blackjack
If you hang with them, you gettin' shot at, n*gga, that's that
Can't wait 'til dog poke his head out and get his ass smacked
All my pockets heavy, handcuffs by presi'
Please don't play with n*ggas like me, that sh*t get deadly
Hit dog with a crazy hesi' if he try to check me
Pull up on a n*gga block, shootin' like I'm Stephen, n*gga
[Chorus: Da Crook]
Everybody stand on business 'til we knock 'em down
Thirty shots jump out that Draco, chopper chop him down
Plug just threw a brick of dog, karate chop it down
That penthouse gon' hit lil' different, you started on the ground
That foreign gon' whip a lil' different, that's how a turbo sound
Anywhere they slip, it's goin' down
n*ggas know I ain't doin' no zips, you better buy a pound
And n*ggas know we don't do attempts, tell brodie run him down