Whatzcraccin

Ayy, haha
Yuh, bitch
Hahahahhaaha
Yuh, yuh, yuh, aye, relaxho
Aye, yuh, aye, aye
Haha
BITCH

Whats craccin, is he really 'bout that action
Is he really in the field, cuz I think that boy is cappin
Are you really out here trappin, are you really selling pills
Say Relaxho ain't about it, lemme show you whats the deal

I'm on my kill shit now, I hit the kill switch
I'm the type to put your main hoe on them pills bitch
I just popped an addy and that shit gave me the chills
I'm just focused on the money let's just keep it real
Keep it real real
Dont make me catch a homi
Empty clips with the glocky
Chop you up hide the body
Take off in a Maserati

Whats craccin, is he really 'bout that action
Is he really in the field, cuz I think that boy is cappin
Are you really out here trappin, are you really selling pills
Say Relaxho ain't about it, lemme show you whats the deal

Glocks, long clips, big extendos
Drive by, shooting out the window
Filling you up with lead, like a pencil
We pull up to raise motherfucking hell
Let me show you what i'm 'bout
Relaxho he poppin now
All the bitches want my dick but I just want the fucking mouth
Hang around me for the clout
I'm the shit without a doubt
Everybody know my name and say wassup when I pop out

Whats craccin, is he really 'bout that action
Is he really in the field, cuz I think that boy is cappin
Are you really out here trappin, are you really selling pills
Say Relaxho ain't about it, lemme show you whats the deal



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Writer(s): Clark Estrella
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