Lyrics:
minus I just add
Put my order on my tab
Voices wanna make mad
Killing glitches ain't so bad
Bitches call me crackerjack
We just cut we don't need no mac
crackerjack, but y'all surprised
Off the plane from 305
Miami talking, dead counting
Biz Kane, yeah, beautiful sight
Beat a n***a like Mayweather
Haters hot
the crackerjack kickin that black rap
Gots to get a dap that ol' NEW YORK RAP
So hold, here we go, can I flow unto the breaks
If you're slippin like a snake then I
the Lord don’t you bring him back
No don’t you slumber the roots of a crackerjack, God of disciples and God of my Zodiac
Prepare me to buss it don’t fuss it
I'm drunk and I'm wylin bitch I'm on autopilot
Aye 12 see me they greazy and they gone profile it
Crackerjack I might just slap you back
Holla
from me
Fuck hands
Cut off they
Foots
I'm that surprise
In a Crackerjack box
Underestimate me
Wind up getting your
Snot box rocked
Testing me
believe
Expose the truth when I melt your ice caps
Excuse the choots that walk till thin ice cracks
Defuse the booth exits a crackerjack
c poet
it quick uh huh (yeah!)
Copped a blick right after that
N***as popping shit like a crackerjack
But it’s quiet when we start blasting back
Pipe a bitch
never remembered ?, the brother was straight fat cat
Not even a Big Mac black, I had Kid Castle topped with crackerjacks
Walkin the streets, with the weak
that's outrageous, like sneaker prices
Mics get wet like dildo devices
Bleed from sores that's puss ridden, plus hidden
in a Crackerjack
crackerjacks.
Walkin' the streets, with the weak sneaks on my feet,
And the freaks wouldn't speak, I never had lipstick on my cheek.
So much for gettin' humped
Lemonheads chasin' my candy paint for the flavor
Go to cop, to set up shop on 5th Avenue
Crackerjack and his Nutty Buddy they be fallin' through
Puffin'
light. We're on the jumbotron!
J&S + Crowd: Take Me Out to the Ballgame
Take Me Out to the Crowd
Buy (who will buy?!) Me Some Peanuts and Crackerjacks
I
rappers
Like a crackerjack crop poppin' off, I can't stop
Hoppin' out of your whip, before I whip up your girl
I call her cream, then I lay her on my maple
think they're prizes but these bitches crackerjacks
Money flip like acrobats
Cold case dressed in black
Ouroboros on my chest but it ain't this and that
her long wood like a lumber jack
And I ate her box out like crackerjack
And the bitch was 21 like I play blackjack
Yeah feeling myself like I'm
the whitest crackerjack
So now he really lacks my trust, another mark for those fucks
I'm now combusting all the rust, my feelings caught some bad luck
I laid
and Crackerjack poems (Ha-Ha)
It's time for lunch already, yes past lunch
I eat MC's like Captain Crunch, I attack and then punch
Rap in such different styles
on these opps
No names
So if the shoe fits wear it
I swear it's amazing
How many crackerjack artists
Brag about about the AK in their verses
Somebody should
soulflexin'
Richie Rich and 3rd Bass soulflexin'
The cracker cracker Crackerjacks be flexin'
And the LONS be soulflexin'
And the H2O be soulflexin'
And be
amie
Nye Bitches kommer every day og every fuckings morning
Ta det chill, hold det rolig
Dette her er Pre-Warning!
Crackerjack er mad wack, step back,
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