Get It Crackin’

Yeah,
Yeah,
Yeah,
woah,
Woah,
Woah,
Woah,
Let's go,
First car was a push to start I been up get y'all money up, (no key)
Hate to be y'all niggas,
Y'all niggas hustling and still broke asf, (broke)
Type of shit would make me sick I up the 40, no standard clip,
Spin the whip but not my whip,
We switching whips during different hits, (switch)
Yelling out who want smoke?
If it's pressure let me know,
We can box or we can shoot,
Bitch, say I'm retarded huh, (Ah fool)
Guess I am cause when it come to beef,
I throw it on the grill, (put it on it)
Chef boy Rik (Oh, why they call you that?)
Cause I cook up forreal,
Baking soda all you really need we serving happy meals,
Never needed no nigga for no guidance my Dad kept it real,
Ain't Nardo but I'm feeling wicked,
Wit this stick you catch em stretch em, (wicked lil nigga)
My bitch got me a present it's a Glockie,
Not no smith n Weston, (yeah)
She know I'm really stepping,
(Yeah she do)
That's why she tote my weapon,
In a fendi, gucci bag my bitch she hella extra,
A Birkin bag is out the question,
Can't afford it quit the cappin,
Fuck I look like tryna save bitch from a lil satisfaction, (ah trick)
Add it up,
But it still ain't adding, (it don't)
I be speaking hella facts this shit yo favorite caption, (it is)
Non-fiction we all bout action,
Pushing P she like my Fabric, (she do)
The shit I do is never average, (it ain't)
Behind yo name we get it crackin' (On God)
Gucci shades I'm feeling different,
Petite women they hella vicious,
Innocent but when she eat my kids,
She say they taste delicious, (she do)
My music like murder cases,
Got em waiting for the sentence,
Came through dripping,
This ain't fashion nova I love to make a entrance,
My music like murder cases,
Got em waiting for the sentence,
Came through dripping,
This ain't fashion nova I love to make a entrance,



Credits
Writer(s): Ian O'harris, Kenneth Cole, Tie'rik Nelson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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