[Intro]

Smoking dope, smoking dope

It's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the Criminal Manne

Smoking dope, smoking dope

It's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the Criminal Manne

[Verse]

Shoot that pussy with that Uzi clip, straight from the hip

Flip this whole shit over, take his fucking life into the crib

Bitch, the Mossberg pump sing a sweet song

Knockin' down your fuckin' block like I was King Kong

Devil in me got an easy job—to kill and rob

Got some manner on my chest, so it's time I mob

Bitch, I'm cut-throat, you can tell I got no soul

Steppin' up out about the fuckin' gates of hell and leave them body froze

2-11, 1-8-7, killin' angels up in heaven

Bringin' that blood straight to the reverend, burn a church, sip on a beverage

Creepy-creepy, slow on my tippy-toes

Freaky-freaky hoes want it in their bootyhole

Demons stalkin' on your squad, where is your God? Bitch, you's a fraud

I know you saw, tighten up before my pistol cock

Sauce, you got no sauce, you talkin' shit

But I can promise you that you can't fuck with the fuckin' boss

[Chorus]

You ain't know that I'm a hitter in the bush

You ain't know that I'm a killer and a crook

You ain't know I got your name inside my book

You ain't know I leave your pussy ass shook

You ain't know that I'm a hitter in the bush

You ain't know that I'm a killer and a crook

You ain't know I got your name inside my book

You ain't know I leave your pussy ass shook

[Outro]

Smoking dope, smoking dope

It's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the Criminal Manne

Smoking dope, smoking dope

It's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the Criminal Manne