Crook

[Intro: Daniel Son]
We're gonna get japped here, we're gonna get japped
No matter what he says, nobody lip off
Nobody get hot, I'm gonna see what I can do
When did you turn into a fucking diplomat?
Yeah, you ain't exactly the State Department type (Whoever noticed that)

[Verse 1: Daniel Son]
Lotta these rappers havin' bad years
I'm in the lap chair, your girl ain't nothin' but some cat fear
And my flow, say that's rare
Hit the Ralph store for denims, copped the last pair
Son with it, should've knew from the jump
Smoke like my first words was, "Who got the blunt?"
You can find me eatin' rice, chicken stew in the cut
Me and SmooVth kill a new weak crew every month
In my sleep, take half a Rasta and no bulochka
Eatin' crab and lobster, listenin' to Cappadonna
Transactions when the cash is proper
Pass the vodka, mix it with the juice, young Frank Sinatra
I'm a Answer III shoe-shopper
Rollin', bumpin' "Who Shot Ya?", Son a fuckin' smooth talker
Gem thieves in pursuit, be a few coppers
Drive under bridges, tryna lose the fuckin' News Chopper

[Verse 2: SmooVth]
I'm in it now, gun in his mouth, tinted out
Rear-wheel drive, spin it out, we make that nigga spit it out
Bullet lost in his neck, he couldn't get it out
Barricaded in the back of the car, forget it now
I'm all that and a bag of chips with dip
Flick of the wrist, the shine probably blind your bitch
Define me as a grimy individual
Not spiritual, nah, this rap shit criticial, nah
Eatin' catfish fried, higher than kites on Cloud 9
The loud pack scream, triple-beam dream
Time sit still when I think about my life and I get chills
The rain tapped the window seal
With dollar bills, I take 'em to the dollar bin
Cop a few records, flip somethin'
This is chess, not checkers, slap 'em with the barrel on they chest reckless
Take his shoes and necklace
Any guard, anyone get robbed on boulevard
Any crew, any squad exposed, pull his card
Snatch his bitch, fuck his moms, and I'm gone is what we on

[Outro: SmooVth]
(That's what we on), yeah