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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 Niggas know I ain't doin' no zips, you better buy a pound And niggas 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 niggas 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 shit Shit I be thinkin' just make me wanna clap shit Niggas look like real bitches postin' from fake pages Dropped his addy for pussy, that's how lil' bro blazed him My opps know we pack shit, 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 Niggas know I ain't doin' no zips, you better buy a pound And niggas 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 niggas some kids We hit niggas in they head, nigga, go back if you miss We hop out them strikers, tryna send a nigga home I know soon as niggas die, I been doin' this shit so long For the right price, we'll do a nigga wrong Hit that nigga in his dome, when you go, don't take your phone, nigga 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, nigga, 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 niggas like me, that shit get deadly Hit dog with a crazy hesi' if he try to check me Pull up on a nigga block, shootin' like I'm Stephen, nigga [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 Niggas know I ain't doin' no zips, you better buy a pound And niggas know we don't do attempts, tell brodie run him down