Lyrics:
bangin my songs
As i roll anutha joint an' make a call on da fone
It's Pretty Tony it's on an' crackin my nigga
It's ya big bro I herd ya rappin my
movin' belong to me
That component set was given to me
By a pimp buddy of mine disco d
He told me frisco e
This here gone be
The baddest pimp nigga
everything by the count of three
Stupid ass hoe think she playin' me
But I ain't mad, I just reverse the V
I hop out the crib like what's crackin'
That boy
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I don't need nobody help
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm
kill
Cope with the pain just by crackin' the seal
So many problems, don't know how to deal
Voice in my head tell me how I should feel
Know ima die
Hook:
Crack cookin' in a cauldron, you can tell by tha smell
Bottom of tha river, where tha dirty Glocks dweel
Shoutout to my Cousin, know he locked
Shoutout to 6o' I'm real
He see the vision, it's clear
Danny he crackin' a seal
And that money it came by the mail
Hop in the phantom go ghost
Taking
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
I'm tryin' to hear some of that mob
Make it sound like a gorilla tryin' to get up out the trunk
(Yeah, well let's get this shit crackin then)
I really wish I still got to see your smile
I miss the mornings with your hair down
And dreams of walking down that isle
I really miss being held by
Oow yeah get excited (pop it, pop it)
All we do is drugs
Fuck the love yeah
I can get you right by the poolside
Used to fall in love
That shit suicide
at the crack of dawn
You crackin' jokes you crackin' not you crackin' gone
You think your a technician turning your lyrics on and off to get better
But we made
figure out what to do
Fuck it, let's stop by the liquor store and pick us up some brew
So now we rolling to the O, I got a 40 in my lap
Hennessy by the 5th
would hate for you to find out
Who the fuck makes it happen
Uhh, Its West Side nigga, This drive-by is what's crackin'
And the corners is gettin'
Yeah
Just call me young nigga
Our money grown doe
By the way
Lets go yeah
You already know what time it is lets go
[Chorus]
I said I'm young
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
don't give a damn about niggas opinion
Cause you go off what you see
Run it up run it up
By any means gotta stack it up
Bad lil bitch in the club watch
I’m clearin’ up the lies yo’
Hey thanks a lot
Ay why’d you have to go and open the box
It never stops
Let’s get it crackin’ like a stove and a pot
keep the pedal to the metal till the show stops
And when it finally does I’ll be like finally Cuz now lay me to rest and after that by me a bud let’s go
much too much to do, stressing out you can't tell
Hard to get it crackin' knowing you can't break the eggshells
Can't afford to choke, not gon' look
aye
Hear the crackle
Fear the crackin
You know me
I always come packing
Pull up on da block
With my new car finessing
I don't take walks
But you
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