Released: January 31, 2019

Songwriter: KXNG Crooked

Producer: My Brother Dizz

[Intro]
My brother Dizz made this
What's happenin', Dizz?
Yo what up COB?
It's BK, what up?
Billy Donohoe, what up?
Sonny Black
We back
Oh yeah, gas pedal shit
Bark at ya dawg

[Verse]
It's the Chuck Taylor trafficker that'll fuck your favorite rapper up
Paint on the truck is black as something made in Africa
Pullin' up, I'm fading half of ya
Guns'll made him back it up
Murder rate per capita
Increases when I clap at an
Actor that's fuckin' actin' up
Y'all be on some beef shit
I be on some peace shit, some third eye G shit
Knowledge with the street shit, Chakra and the Chi shit
Ancient secrets with God's signature on the leaflet
Peep it, we keep the streets lit
From the home of the criminals
In a different dimension where generals send the sentinels
Every sentence in sicko mode
Every lyric sticking a sickle in your mental
While the instrumental givin' your temple holes
Chinchilla drippin' at shows look like I'm pimping hoes
Flippin' chickens, my nigga, not trippin' on no tickets sold
But that's the old me, I'm new and improved
I'm moving with rules, these dudes are confused
Used to swallow bottles while gettin' more boos than the Apollo crowd
Now I go sober, hit the booth, hit the fuse
I'm hidin' from liquor stores
My spit'll cut up your vocals, it's liable to split your cords
My saliva is liquid swords, my rivals'll hit the floor
I'm ridin' in 64's
Classic as T La Rock on vinyl, this shit is yours
I'm climbin' in different floors, kickin' doors down
Judge tried to throw the book at me, I'm bookin' tours now
Winnin' in two courts, Allen I. up in Georgetown
It was the art of war when I took your whore down
Ray and Ghost shit, traphouse boomin' to Mars
Purple tape shit, but I'm only built for Cuban cigars
Main man, you bastards should stop frontin'
Swap meet flannel on, fasten the top button
I dash when the cops comin', but I'm masked, and when we gon' start blastin'
And stop runnin', get harassed and pop somethin', homie
Pickin' my vest up, thinkin' the pigs might pistol my chest up
With hollow tips rippin' my flesh up
Givin' giant holes to the next nigga lil' Tesla
Fuck designer clothes, if I'm strapped, nigga, I'm dressed up
Throwin' the West up, let 'em know I'm in the streets
Sick apostle spittin' gospels over the illest beats
And false prophets, stop it, don't wanna hear you preach
Might have to blast the pastor, word to Killah Priest

[Outro]
West coast niggas
Hundred dollar billas
Nigga smokin' on some killa
And we ridin' with a blower
Ship you off and get you to' up
Better act like you know us, nigga
See you next week

KXNG Crooked

Everything that Crook released/featured on before Nov. 10th, 2014 is listed on Genius under the name Crooked I.

Dominick Wickliffe, better known by his stage name Crooked I (officially KXNG Crooked as of 11/10/2014), is an American rapper from Long Beach, California. He is a member of the hip hop supergroup, Slaughterhouse with other members Joe Budden, Joell Ortiz and Royce Da 5'9". Slaughterhouse is currently signed to Shady Records. KXNG Crooked is currently CEO of his own record labels, Dynasty Entertainment and C.O.B. Digital as well as Senior Vice President of Treacherous Records. Before starting his own label, he was also signed to Virgin Records and Death Row Records.