ID Labs - Tookie lyrics

[Hook] Tookie Williams, San Quentin I'm down to die for this bidness Blue laces in my tennis This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin' This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin' This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin' If he a opposite, cuz, we get it This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin' [Verse 1] Strapped, trippin', riding out my jurisdiction This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin' My pops said I won't see Heaven how I'm livin' Well, I guess I'ma burn to Hell with this crippin' Now I'm masked up in that Civic, me and my young Locs A bunch of wild n***as that'd k** for free but I tip 'em a couple C-notes I got a young homie that's 16, and he out here, trappin' sh** Young n***a with a mean shot, I call that n***a "Stojaković" Blue rag came with my starter, and I got it on me, don't bother This why I'm walking like one leg larger I'm short n***a but a giant to you, barber Looking like he got sawed up He got hit with that sawed-off, shotty blew his limbs off Don't try us, your b**h wanna ride with us And bang the hood with a young boss, on Crip [Hook] Tookie Williams, San Quentin I'm down to die for this bidness Blue laces in my tennis This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin' This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin' This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin' If he a opposite, cuz, we get it This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin' [Verse 2] I'm back on that bullsh**, I just bought a nine with a full clip Catch you preaching that bullsh**, leave a n***a holy in the pulpit Probably in a carpool with Crips, strapped up, n***a, act up Have your a** all over Instagram, bruh, with emotional RIP captions Glock make a n***a jump like Vince Carter Lil n***a with the nine like Ryan Harper When he off a pill, know he down to k** Like a Lex [?] sh** starter Hit your house like a band in the South, we drummin' sh** And this paper chase is a marathon, so f** you and who you runnin' with I'm a Long Beach, East side, mad-a** lunatic Known to drop many n***a when the Ruger spit And I stand and fit [?] sh** Get a n***a while he sleeping on some Kruger sh** Keep that Nina on my hip like my baby It's a [?], b**h, no safety Hit your block, making n***as do a 180 If he got cold feet, I'ma cold case him [Hook] Tookie Williams, San Quentin I'm down to die for this bidness Blue laces in my tennis This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin' This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin' This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin' If he a opposite, cuz, we get it This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin'