f*ck Em lyrics

by

KXNG Crooked


[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Crooked I keeps all sh*t official
Walking through the mall with a pistol
Twisting the top off with some cisco
Look at the ghetto we keep my n*ggas got bigger (?) than even Sesame Street
We never retreat, cause
Money, we get it plus respect
I'm paid like I'm Robert Downey Jr.'s drug connect < (?)
I'm the roughest cat that's rapping
I'm tucking gats for blasting
Cash, (?)
Lock it down chips, socking out pricks
Hopping out quick, rocking crocodile kicks
Knock it out, b*tch
I'm the n*gga you should hear
If the ghetto don't feel me, I'ma pick a new career
Then flip off the (?)of the cover of The Source
With a chick who got ass like a motherf*cking horse
Of course, the real soldiers the only one to ride (?)
Roll n*gga for life (?), f*ck the other side

[Hook]
Yeah, tuck that Glock, f*ck that cop
Bust that shot, what's that hot?
f*ck this industry, drink that Hennessy
Ride on your enemies, holla if you feeling me
Yeah, tuck that Glock, f*ck that cop
Bust that shot, what's that hot?
f*ck this industry, drink that Hennessy
Ride on your enemies, holla if you feeling me
[Verse 2]
Yeah, it's Crooked I, look at my expensive fizz
I only drink (?) so I could have expensive p*ss
Listen to this
Nothing else to do but, coop up, two sl*ts
Who suck? You suck, that will (?)
n*ggas trying to figure out how to defeat me
But my shots will make Swiss cheese out of your Bentley
Now that you are with me
We can get it crunk and things
I told you, I'm slump (?) in the trunk jumping lanes
I hope you, cuff (?) your dame into the zone
Cause I don't wanna be right if pimping is wrong
You're tripping, it's on
Ten to your dome
Precisely, that way we like to send n*ggas home

[Hook]
Yeah, tuck that Glock, f*ck that cop
Bust that shot, what's that hot?
f*ck this industry, drink that Hennessy
Ride on your enemies, holla if you feeling me

[Bridge]
You know what happens to n*ggas when they get too comfortable (what?)
n*ggas get knocked the f*ck out they position!
But we gon' roll! f*ck it, spit!
[Verse 3]
I hope your tracks start (?) got your Air Force 1's
But f*ck them shoes, you better wear four guns
They'll kill us everywhere, n*gga therefore run
I got a lot of hoes but I don't care for one
They hate my behavior
And when I finally do fall in love
I'd probably get played for my paper
But until then, I'mma hits skins, mama
Get dollars 'till I'm (?)
If I'm offending you, then I suggest
You press the stop button cause f*ck who's coming next
n*gga, get money, get more fast cars
(?) six floors that's what n*ggas live for
Y'all can't beef with us
I heard your diss it was weak as f*ck
Y'all faggots from the streets or what?
All my ghetto ass n*ggas turn your speakers up (louder!)
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