Crooks by Rudy Slug Lyrics
I just got clean, on the way in the beem
With the tiger blood pumpin like the great Charlie Sheen
She goin hard with the crook gang
Poppin bottles with the crooks, mane
Poppin bottles with the crooks, mane
Oh, Oh, Oh you be killin em
Stacks on deck I mean Soulja boy telling em
It might look like I care but I don't I’m just jelling em
Now I'm takin back all the dreams I was selling em, sellin em
She goin hard with the crook gang
Poppin bottles with the crooks, mane
Sittin shot gun but she gripping on the wood grain
Stickin out I'm in all white with the mud stain
Yee! textin splash emojis to me
Imma come collect it like you owe it to me, Show it to me
Over cross the bridge When you asking where you goin to me
She already knowin that these questions get annoying to
Me
Times are gettin harder
Rollin down my window when I’m turning up the carter
Five
Street lights Brighten up the pavement
Now you showin out she been on her worst behavior
Yeah, on the blvd til the pack gone
How your fake friends gonna act when your bag gone
Ghosty gonna whip me something to snap on
Stay around til the cash gone
Look at that
Look at that
Would you look at that
Pick it up
Put it down
Put it back
Freeway or the culdesac
Tell you how it is, no holding back
Uh, You don't know whats goin on though
Change your mind when i get you out that thong though
Plenty conversations face timing hitting bong though
Uh, You don't know whats goin on though
All these bad vibes tryina bring a player down man
Die a legend cuz I'm from the underground, man
Did it for the vibe energized by the sound, man
On brave boulevard where its really goin down man, yeah
With the tiger blood pumpin like the great Charlie Sheen
She goin hard with the crook gang
Poppin bottles with the crooks, mane
Poppin bottles with the crooks, mane
Oh, Oh, Oh you be killin em
Stacks on deck I mean Soulja boy telling em
It might look like I care but I don't I’m just jelling em
Now I'm takin back all the dreams I was selling em, sellin em
She goin hard with the crook gang
Poppin bottles with the crooks, mane
Sittin shot gun but she gripping on the wood grain
Stickin out I'm in all white with the mud stain
Yee! textin splash emojis to me
Imma come collect it like you owe it to me, Show it to me
Over cross the bridge When you asking where you goin to me
She already knowin that these questions get annoying to
Me
Times are gettin harder
Rollin down my window when I’m turning up the carter
Five
Street lights Brighten up the pavement
Now you showin out she been on her worst behavior
Yeah, on the blvd til the pack gone
How your fake friends gonna act when your bag gone
Ghosty gonna whip me something to snap on
Stay around til the cash gone
Look at that
Look at that
Would you look at that
Pick it up
Put it down
Put it back
Freeway or the culdesac
Tell you how it is, no holding back
Uh, You don't know whats goin on though
Change your mind when i get you out that thong though
Plenty conversations face timing hitting bong though
Uh, You don't know whats goin on though
All these bad vibes tryina bring a player down man
Die a legend cuz I'm from the underground, man
Did it for the vibe energized by the sound, man
On brave boulevard where its really goin down man, yeah