 Hook 1:
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
ain't seen me yet)
Get some crunk in yo system (But
they Still talkin)
Get some crunk in yo system (Fuck a
slide, I'ma just swing)
Get some crunk in yo system (A, B,
Yall niggas could nevah see me)
Hook 2:
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 hater's dont like it
They see me at a show, them niggas
get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get me,
but nigga i'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga dont try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's for
protection
Gun's for that nigga that try me and
learned a lesson
Cause they dont say B.S'n, Im good
with my weapon
Ain't never been a layin in the game I
respect it
I'm looking for trouble, my own label
just found out that I'm a monster
But it's too late cause I done signed
for, a hundred or something
Ain't nothing I'm ruthless, still
producing
Cut me a check or you'll find yo self
toothless
I'm Don Corleone, Keep it trill with no
confusing
Niggas say I'm trill
They aint hard I can prove
it.........yeaaaah
Hook 2:
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!)
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 don't care
Screamin out whateva side, all my
niggas down to ride
If you think I'm lyin then you pussy
niggas bet not try
I'ma 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.
I'ma pull yo card, for actin hard, down
the boulevard nigga. (cmon)
Hook 2:
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!)
Guess who they called up? Out of the
wood works
Take off my fuckin shirt, I'm reppin to
the dirt
I'm reppin to the grave, I'm reppin for
the A
I'm ridin 21, on my Impala son
I'm smokin big dro, I'm with the red
ho.
Her cousin got that blow, we kicked
that nigga door
Off the hinges, I'm 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
I'm ready to ride, so whats up boo?
(yeaaah)
Keepin it real,
Keepin it trill
Reppin the ville,
I sho will
Hook 2 (twice):
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!)
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