Get some crunk in yo system (See)
Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right!)
Get some crunk in yo system (I done seen them niggas)
Get some crunk in yo system (They aint seen me yet)
Get some crunk in yo system (But they Still talkin)
Get some crunk in yo system (Fuck a slide, Ima just swing)
Get some crunk in yo system (A, B, Yall niggas could nevah see me)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Yeah!)
I can feel it, ya haters dont like it
They see me at a show, them niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get me, but nigga im a riot
By myself Ima riot, so nigga dont try it
Guns I collect em, guns for protection
Guns for that nigga that try me and learned a lesson
Cause they dont say B.Sn, Im good with my weapon
Aint never been a lame in the game I respect it
Im looking for trouble, my own label just found out that Im a monster
But its too late cause I done signed for, a hundred or something
Aint nothing Im ruthless, still producing
Cut me a check or youll find yo self toothless
Im Don Corleone, Keep it trill with no confusing
Niggas say Im trill
They aint hard I can prove it.........yeaaaah
Im sippin on the crunk juice, Hennessy to get me loose
Niggas gettin bunk and shit, dranking all the grey goose
Throwin signs up in the air, representing from where they came
Iits the same shit in the club, niggas fightin man.
Throwin bows and breaking chairs, niggas pullin hoes hair.
Runnin through the club with they click cause they dont care
Screamin out whateva side, all my niggas down to ride
If you think Im lyin then you pussy niggas bet not try
Ima let you know, that I never been the scary ho
Busting niggas brain yo, for fucking with my game ho
Then leave yo ass chained tho, in the the middle of your yard.
Ima pull yo card, for actin hard, down the boulevard nigga. (cmon)
Guess who they called up? Out of the wood works
Take off my fuckin shirt, Im reppin to the dirt
Im reppin to the grave, Im reppin for the A
Im ridin 21, on my Impala son
Im smokin big dro, Im with the red ho.
Her cousin got that blow, we kicked that nigga door
Off the hinges, Im relentless
I represent this, can I get a witness (Amen)
Amen , I works hard for the south
These niggas playin hard wit they thumb in they mouth
The house, the car, these bitches bustin out they bras
Just so they can show they titties to a star.
Baby my doors ajar, the passenger too
Im ready to ride, so whats up boo? (yeaaah)
Keepin it real,
Keepin it trill
Reppin the ville,
I sho will
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