letra de down - da crook & skilla baby
[intro: da crook]
(fumes 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
n-ggas know i ain’t doin’ no zips, you better buy a pound
and n-ggas 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
k!ll 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 n-ggas 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 sh-t
sh-t i be thinkin’ just make me wanna clap sh-t
n-ggas look like real b-tches postin’ from fake pages
dropped his addy for p-ssy, that’s how lil’ bro blazed him
my opps know we pack sh-t, 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
n-ggas know i ain’t doin’ no zips, you better buy a pound
and n-ggas know we don’t do attempts, tell brodie run him—
[verse 2: sk!lla 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 n-ggas some kids
we hit n-ggas in they head, n-gga, go back if you miss
we hop out them strikers, tryna send a n-gga home
i know soon as n-ggas die, i been doin’ this sh-t so long
for the right price, we’ll do a n-gga wrong
hit that n-gga in his dome, when you go, don’t take your phone, n-gga
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, n-gga, 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 n-ggas like me, that sh-t get deadly
hit dog with a crazy hesi’ if he try to check me
pull up on a n-gga block, shootin’ like i’m stephen, n-gga
[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
n-ggas know i ain’t doin’ no zips, you better buy a pound
and n-ggas know we don’t do attempts, tell brodie run him down
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