Lyrics:
niggas be 'bout, whatever
Jumpin' out of cars with ARs, ain't know no better
Niggas sold his soul to the sword, this shit forever
Crackin' windshields,
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy
Drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin'
We don't give a fuck
crackin keep a gun for us
We hunt for it, we gone gun for it
Been in situations where we had to run forrest run
Won't do no running if they come for us
by
Where I've done some beer crackin'
Crying, praying, laughin'
Just talking to the man in the sky
Baby, jump on in
There's a huckleberry limb
We
fine, crack open a cold one with us and enjoy the Ride
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Time to wake up smell the coffee beans and feel the rush
I want to be with you
We can make it happen
Lets get this set a crackin
Ain't no need for slacking girl I'll tell you how it's happening
I see me
telling you
If I never did music, I don’t know where I would be
Probably overwhelmed by my own anxiety
Honestly, although I performed before and spat some
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Aye
Look
Get it crackin' like residue off the dishes
A lil' different when you get it from the trenches
Lesson one - stay
I'll do it I'll do it I'll do it do it do it
and you know we can get it crackin nothin to it
I'll do it do it do it
I'll do it I'll do it I'll do it
know it when your voice gets a crackin'
Cause you're saying all the words that you're with me
I love the feeling it gives me
I figure I'm the last one,
block wit' the same crew
'N' everybody sitting fat living good
'N' I'm the only nigga dat be rappin' in my hood
I was raise by the hustlas 'n' gain by
living good
n im the only nigga dat be rappin in my hood
i was raise by the hustlas n gain by the g's n taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese
How do you want it
I said how do you want it
Oooh ahhh let's get this party started what's crackin' tonight
Oooh ahhh let me see yo body move from
hey) I'm not giving up, no
Gonna stand up and shout it, oh-oh
(No way) I'm not slackin' off or backin' out
Or crackin' up with doubt
I'm workin' it
hey) I'm not giving up, no
Gonna stand up and shout it, oh-oh
(No way) I'm not slackin' off or backin' out
Or crackin' up with doubt
I'm workin' it
by the plenty
Smoking kush when I be stressin'
Crackin' cards, boy you finessin' (nah)
I be rollin' up the smoke
Bad bitch she gimme throat
Got
Yeah, just call me Young nigga
Our money's grown though
By the way, let's go, yeah
You already know what time it is, let's go
I said I'm Young by
This so called kingdom is hot
Who's gonna bring the rain
This kitchen's getting even hotter
It's sending us insane
The devil is a crackin dancer
It's the first Christmas without you
Feels like you're right here by my side
Tellin' stories and crackin' jokes
Big ol' hearts dancin' in our eyes
It's nothin' nice, read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin' over and politickin' with the vice
Crackin' under pressure, bust a pipe
Snake
go getcha walk on
Getcha Getcha walk on
Everybody Getcha walk on
Getcha Getcha walk on
We keep it crackin on the westside
We got the money on this
meds
my niggas ain’t crackin no jokes
my lil niggas be crackin heads
cut um off cause that nigga a snake
I can tell by the way that he shed
Yeah yeah
Church
Bitch I came up from this shit
Shotgun layin' right by the screen door
(yeah) alarm buzzin' on my house
Then my old lady know she
and the cotton grow
Way down south, crackin' bones slammin' dominos
Welcome to the ratchet black zydeco rodeo
Boss Hog, I'ma dog, I'ma billy goat
Down by
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