Cracky (feat. YSN TM)

Let's get this shit cracky, M.O.B. shit, nigga
You know what the fuck going on, one, one, one
Come on, nigga, we can get this shit cracky, ayy, ayy
We can get this shit cracky, last niggas spoke on J, got his ass fssss

Dirty ass nigga in my wood, finna pack him
Why this dumb bitch on my phone calling me by my first name
Like, bitch is, you cool, we just fucking, this ain't that gang
When I hit the A, catch me posted with my nigga bang

Niggas out here cheap and fucked up, mad they can't hang
I ain't gon' lie, a lot of bitches out here finished
Shit, I ain't gon' lie, I know it's niggas out here snitchin
I see a OPP, I get to blowing

Twin seen this shit first hand, make six G's in the morning
I know it's cheap ass, niggas out here leechin' on they mans
Police ass, nigga told on bro cause he wasn't getting bands
Shop open, I got RPs, I got Xans

I got brown and white shit, you can come and get some tan
When you hear that Wan, bitch, you gotta know Lo around
Real trapper, baby, bitch, you know I got a bow around
Fire head want QP, cut the bag I'm finna break them grams down

Fire G's for the low, ticket we the best hands down
Aye, I told bro we the best like DJ Khaled
Free the ones that do the most, still sending money on them tablets
Bitch, I been out here collecting heat like a motherfucking cactus

I'm like AI with this cracking shit, I don't need no practice
You know it's Lo, been stashing, bitch, I been having
Bitch, all I want is green, green, green, St. Patrick
Brody ridin' around drac, toting' out here tryna clap shit

Forever fucked them one boys, we the ones that really tap shit
Forever fucked them one boys, we the ones that really tap shit
On my brother, nigga, you know what the fuck going on
Ain't even gotta say it, niggas know it's me

You want some fire ass bars on your song, pay the fee
Can't bring no new niggas around the team, man, they might leach
Jumped out on him with that switchy, wipe my clothes down with some bleach
Boy I ain't Never met no Jimmy, but I walk around with heat

I heard a nigga spoke on Jay alright bet we finna see
Man I been cool off smoking Dutches, Roll a OPP all In a leaf
And let me see a OPP ass nigga guarantee, man, I'm gone' tweak
Aye let me see a tap, guarantee he gettin' tapped

They sent a nigga on that road and they ain't get him back
Play him close Come around with jeans, we gone' take his strap
We go on the road, finna hit Cali, pray make it back
Fire gelato, just touched down, man come get a pack

The mob know I like to spend, that's why I love sacks
Bro, I be dumping fire zips remember dub sacks
Bro, I'm so trim, if I catch him, run him down in tracks
Young turnt ass, nigga, you know I keep my gun

Man, every time the bitches see us, they be screaming Waan
Get him gone off a zap like I had a wand
I'm tryna smoke some real fire, dog, pass the bong
Aye rip my brother reminiscing, then I'm popping up

Remember pulling up on a OPP, we had him clocking out
Boy I Just want some damn G's, I don't want no damn clout
And I'll gun your ass down, nigga, watch your mouth
I Forgot to make my bed so I hit lil' baby on the couch

I'm knocking fire head, he's down, serving all around
Ain't never been no pussy-ass rapper, I'll call him out
If you is not spending funds, I'ma stall you out, nigga
M-O-B- shit

7-20, what's good, twin
I don't know what these niggas doing
You hear me though