Crack Cocaine (feat. Chris Crack)
Crack cocaine
I risk my life
Selling nickels and dimes of it
Crack cocaine, uh
I sell crack cocaine
I started with a ball
But I ain't make no money at all
Then I went to a zip
Then I grabbed the boo
But they can't tell me shit
When I went to half a bridge
The packs be fat
That's how my feets come back
The coastal of me
The feet trust me
I bubble and whip
I'm on some hustlin' shit, yeah (whoa)
I risk my life
Selling nickels and dimes of it
Crack cocaine, uh
I sold crack cocaine, uh
I risk my life
Selling nickels and dimes of it
Crack cocaine, uh
I sold crack cocaine
Ah, that's my name though
Started with a four in the split, we in the same boat
Gold pot, she a rainbow
Where'd white Jane go?
Got your man-hoe like like soap in my pockets
I had to change coasts
Y'all some neutrons
Got a bad bitch to say my name on my new songs
Glock with two tones, shuffle your feet
Put your shoes on, go up and hit the street
And bring the juice on
Got a couple of 8 balls waitin', they trying to do somethin'
Got the white boy in the car, he had a crew cut
Got the white girl in my bag, ain't gonna lose none
Christmas every day in the hood
Got me some new guns, yeah
I risk my life
Selling nickels and dimes of it
Crack cocaine, uh
I sold crack cocaine, uh
I risk my life
Selling nickels and dimes of it
Crack cocaine, uh
I sold crack cocaine, uh
I risk my life
Selling nickels and dimes of it
Crack cocaine, uh
I sell crack cocaine
I started with a ball
But I ain't make no money at all
Then I went to a zip
Then I grabbed the boo
But they can't tell me shit
When I went to half a bridge
The packs be fat
That's how my feets come back
The coastal of me
The feet trust me
I bubble and whip
I'm on some hustlin' shit, yeah (whoa)
I risk my life
Selling nickels and dimes of it
Crack cocaine, uh
I sold crack cocaine, uh
I risk my life
Selling nickels and dimes of it
Crack cocaine, uh
I sold crack cocaine
Ah, that's my name though
Started with a four in the split, we in the same boat
Gold pot, she a rainbow
Where'd white Jane go?
Got your man-hoe like like soap in my pockets
I had to change coasts
Y'all some neutrons
Got a bad bitch to say my name on my new songs
Glock with two tones, shuffle your feet
Put your shoes on, go up and hit the street
And bring the juice on
Got a couple of 8 balls waitin', they trying to do somethin'
Got the white boy in the car, he had a crew cut
Got the white girl in my bag, ain't gonna lose none
Christmas every day in the hood
Got me some new guns, yeah
I risk my life
Selling nickels and dimes of it
Crack cocaine, uh
I sold crack cocaine, uh
I risk my life
Selling nickels and dimes of it
Crack cocaine, uh
I sold crack cocaine, uh
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Harris, Devaul Neal, Raphaeel Gebre-egziabher
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