Sangtekster:
Crooked I Get Yo Mob On

I get's my smash on and get's my blast on To get my dash on, to get my cash on [Chorus] Get yo mob on, do yo thug thang To all my niggas that's deep

get your math on Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog, I'ma get my stash on There's a bed full of money that I get my ass

So I'm trapped up against the wall Watchin' y'all niggas plottin' on me Tryin' ah, catch me up in that robbery Put they mob on me and do ah job on me But I

my man on the Peter Pan Get there and bury the bricks in the sand They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand So I can hit the boat and take

I do, they got a nigga Still runnin' from the police (Put them motherfuckin' Nike's on tight and get ghost, y'all) I ain't got nuttin' on my mind but

his birdies cookin. I probably crook em. See the plots to get richer quicker, make my feddy thicker, perkin off the finest liquors, pass pen, triggas get clutched. I get

I get's my smash on and get's my blast on To get my dash on, to get my cash on [Chorus] Get yo mob on, do yo thug thang To all my niggas that's deep

Duke listen, kids is [Incomprehensible], in action If that's not [Incomprehensible] picture Eliminate suckers with subtraction 'Cause I get the chills on a midsummer night Yeah, I can fight, or in the winter I

, livin' large We rob and steal, run with the mob, doin' jobs for bills I'm hard to kill for real nigga guard your grill I like to chill, spark an L and get high I