Cracker Jack

I want you to get this fuck where he breathes
I want you to find the nancy boy Elliot
I want him dead
I want his family, dead
I want his house burnt to the ground
I wanna go in the middle of the night I wanna piss on his head

Uh huh
Yeah

I told that boy do not play games I don't got time for that
I guess you like gettin kicked around like a hacky sack
I'm makin plays in the field like a quarter back
Don't need no help I catch my own pitch I'm a runnin back
Bitch I'm hottest rappin livin fuckin cracker jack
Bitch I'm like honey to this money yeah I stick to that
Bitch I stay hungry and I'm chubby you make sense a that
Fill my tummy up wit money I like bein fat
(Turn up)
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All my gangsters bring yo hoes to the dance floor
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Fuck them lil booties that hoe gotta have cake
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Fuck her then her friend fuck it if she go tell
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Yeah I'm nasty but I'm clean like a bottle a listerine
I like my hoes bad
No class
Fat ass
I like em ratchet and mean
You wanna be wit me
Forget yo morals
You gotta lie
Oh yeah and you gotta cheat
I been ballin since a jitty
Since I jumped out da kitty
Rappin while I suck the tity
All glowed up and now I'm pretty
Pretty hard on the beat goin stupid goin silly
Goin Philly with this shit I be out her poppin wheelies
Goin ill on the beat go ahead and call me illy
Matter fact this a bop I'm the cracker jack Billy
I been doin this a minute
It's too easy I don't fidget
I hit every damn string like a fuckin violinist
Just to hear this voice I think you should need a ticket
Tell yo momma she should cum cus my content real explicit
I know she gon feel it
I'm grease in a skillet
Who gon make a diss track
All I hear is crickets



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Writer(s): Dalton Trundle
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