Lil Flip, Z-Ro - Get it Crunk lyrics
[Lil Flip, Z-Ro - Get it Crunk lyrics]
We came here to get it crunk like (jump)
In the club with our middle fingers up like
(jump)
Now, we gonna make 'em stomp like (jump)
Niggas get out of line we hit 'em up like
Well I'm flippin' and grippin'
My woodgrain steering wheel (steering wheel)
I made a mill at eighteen, nigga how it feel
(Ha ha)
It feel good to cash checks every other day
(yes) if you ain't talkin' bout money
Go the other way
Miss me with that bullshit dawg
I'm on the grind (grind)
You disrespect me while I'm on stage
It's goin' down
Bottles, chairs, whatever I get my hands on
You can bet your bottom dollar they get some
If you think you strong enough to take a shot
(jump) i bet you changin' your mind
When you lookin' now (jump)
These niggas like to talk shit
Then apologize (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
You put my name in a verse then I gotta ride
Look I'm a pimp mine is the 3-piece suit
My grill the same color as my GT Coupe
Gators snappin' on my feet like
They fresh out the jungle
There's a nine in my vest
But it's a tec' in my Hummer
I know I make y'all niggas wonder
How I'm gettin' that cash (cash)
Cause when we gotta drop
I ain't spendin' my last (my last)
The prices (jump)
If you out of town and you need a bird (jump)
I could ban him and blow his
Brains on the fuckin' curve (jump)
You don't want beef wit my squad nigga (jump)
Come out the club off note
You gettin' rob nigga (jump)
Stupid if you wanted dawg
These hollow tips gon' put you in
A coma dawg ya dig?
Hey! Niggas claim they got guns but
They ain't shot nobody
Or you a stick-up kid why
You ain't got nobody? (stop lyin)
Niggas at the bar buyin'
Shit they can't afford
You think he ballin' until you
See his Honda Accord (Ha Ha)
And tell valet not to scratch my w heeel
Or he gon' leave here wit a busted liiiip
Me and Crime Boss rollin'
In my Coupe Deviiiille
I ain't tryin' leave you in
But I shoot to kiiiiiill
Hey! I'm like Jeezy I trap or die
(trap or die)
And I don't pop, pop, I rather fire
I'm a thug and you know it
You damn right I show it
Twenty two's on my lotus just
In case you haven't noticed
Hey I bet he won't (jump)
Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't
(jump)
Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't
(jump)
She talkin' all that shit but I bet she won't
(jump) she actin' like a bitch 'cause
I know she won't (jump)
Oh, Oh, Oh, you better not (jump)
Oh, Oh, Oh, you better not (jump)
Oh, Oh, Oh, y'all better not (jump)
You fuck around and get (jump) ha ha! Whoo!
Shout to my nigga Zab Judah
Floyd Mayweather, Roy Jones
Winky Wright know what I'm sayin'
What up to my nigga Bernard Hopkins
Yeah, holla at yo boy!
In the club with our middle fingers up like
(jump)
Now, we gonna make 'em stomp like (jump)
Niggas get out of line we hit 'em up like
Well I'm flippin' and grippin'
My woodgrain steering wheel (steering wheel)
I made a mill at eighteen, nigga how it feel
(Ha ha)
It feel good to cash checks every other day
(yes) if you ain't talkin' bout money
Go the other way
Miss me with that bullshit dawg
I'm on the grind (grind)
You disrespect me while I'm on stage
It's goin' down
Bottles, chairs, whatever I get my hands on
You can bet your bottom dollar they get some
If you think you strong enough to take a shot
(jump) i bet you changin' your mind
When you lookin' now (jump)
These niggas like to talk shit
Then apologize (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
You put my name in a verse then I gotta ride
Look I'm a pimp mine is the 3-piece suit
My grill the same color as my GT Coupe
Gators snappin' on my feet like
They fresh out the jungle
There's a nine in my vest
But it's a tec' in my Hummer
I know I make y'all niggas wonder
How I'm gettin' that cash (cash)
Cause when we gotta drop
I ain't spendin' my last (my last)
The prices (jump)
If you out of town and you need a bird (jump)
I could ban him and blow his
Brains on the fuckin' curve (jump)
You don't want beef wit my squad nigga (jump)
Come out the club off note
You gettin' rob nigga (jump)
Stupid if you wanted dawg
These hollow tips gon' put you in
A coma dawg ya dig?
Hey! Niggas claim they got guns but
They ain't shot nobody
Or you a stick-up kid why
You ain't got nobody? (stop lyin)
Niggas at the bar buyin'
Shit they can't afford
You think he ballin' until you
See his Honda Accord (Ha Ha)
And tell valet not to scratch my w heeel
Or he gon' leave here wit a busted liiiip
Me and Crime Boss rollin'
In my Coupe Deviiiille
I ain't tryin' leave you in
But I shoot to kiiiiiill
Hey! I'm like Jeezy I trap or die
(trap or die)
And I don't pop, pop, I rather fire
I'm a thug and you know it
You damn right I show it
Twenty two's on my lotus just
In case you haven't noticed
Hey I bet he won't (jump)
Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't
(jump)
Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't
(jump)
She talkin' all that shit but I bet she won't
(jump) she actin' like a bitch 'cause
I know she won't (jump)
Oh, Oh, Oh, you better not (jump)
Oh, Oh, Oh, you better not (jump)
Oh, Oh, Oh, y'all better not (jump)
You fuck around and get (jump) ha ha! Whoo!
Shout to my nigga Zab Judah
Floyd Mayweather, Roy Jones
Winky Wright know what I'm sayin'
What up to my nigga Bernard Hopkins
Yeah, holla at yo boy!