Lyrics:

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, Y'all niggas could nevah see me)

Get some crunk in yo system (C'mon)
Get some crunk in yo system (C'mon)
Get some crunk in yo system (C'mon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Yeah!)

I can feel it, ya hater's don't 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 don't 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 don't say B.S'n, I'm 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 ain't hard I can prove it... yeah

Get some crunk in yo system (C'mon)
Get some crunk in yo system (C'mon)
Get some crunk in yo system (C'mon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Yeah!)

I'm 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. (c'mon)

Get some crunk in yo system (C'mon)
Get some crunk in yo system (C'mon)
Get some crunk in yo system (C'mon)
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 what's up boo? (yeah)
Keepin' it real,
Keepin' it trill
Reppin the ville,
I sho will

Hook 2 (twice):
Get some crunk in yo system (C'mon)
Get some crunk in yo system (C'mon)
Get some crunk in yo system (C'mon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Yeah!)