CROOK lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck

[Verse]
I'm the real jugg’ man, where the juggs at?
Creep up in the back in a disguise, with a clown mask
ARP, we walk that lil' boy down, we got him down bad
Tried to tell the gang to slow it down, now we all gas
b*tch you know I hit the [?] had to f*cking book it
If I came up on yo' f*cking bih’, you know that she'd be tooken

Where the f*cking opposition? Where yo B-roll at?
Man, lil [?] got caught down bad on a highway, never lack
After that, [?] gang got blicky' stabbed
Turn his sh*t to [?], all you see is fye
[?] gang, dumped the stick that rapid fire
Bet I rock out with my [?]
Bet I rock out in the field
Lil' gang tried to [?] my kill
Pull out pape, guala' b*tch
Opp b*tch, she swallow di*k
[?], 8890, we just droppin' b*tch