"Cracked" lyrics
My racks came in fast
You say I'm an opp better get on my ass
You ain't gon' shoot that's facts
If we see that whip we gon' leave em on flats
Glock on my hip hit him up like tats
If he want a verse then he gotta get taxed
I don't hear shit, I can only hear the racks
Fifty round drum gave that lil nigga heart attack
He from the burbs that lil nigga ain't on that
Lil Dee catch him and smoke his lil dumbass
Jay got a switch he won't play with yo dumbass
My shooter beserk try to lurk
Who done hit my phone? I feel like Lurch
I'm the one who gonna shoot, I did that work
Pull up and hop out the coupe, and shot him first
They six deep shot the biggest one last
I'm finna ball out, bitch like Steve Nash
Kicked out of school cause I smelt like weed in class
762 hit his car and it made him crash
Yo bitch on dick and it got her cracked
I only be in the stu droppin' hits, they treat this shit like crack
Play in this bitch then yo lil dumbass get hit
Cut his head off throw that shit in the trash
My racks came in fast
You say I'm an opp better get on my ass
You ain't gon' shoot that's facts
If we see that whip we gon' leave em on flats
Glock on my hip hit him up like tats
If he want a verse then he gotta get taxed
I don't hear shit, I can only hear the racks
Fifty round drum gave that lil nigga heart attack
You say I'm an opp better get on my ass
You ain't gon' shoot that's facts
If we see that whip we gon' leave em on flats
Glock on my hip hit him up like tats
If he want a verse then he gotta get taxed
I don't hear shit, I can only hear the racks
Fifty round drum gave that lil nigga heart attack
He from the burbs that lil nigga ain't on that
Lil Dee catch him and smoke his lil dumbass
Jay got a switch he won't play with yo dumbass
My shooter beserk try to lurk
Who done hit my phone? I feel like Lurch
I'm the one who gonna shoot, I did that work
Pull up and hop out the coupe, and shot him first
They six deep shot the biggest one last
I'm finna ball out, bitch like Steve Nash
Kicked out of school cause I smelt like weed in class
762 hit his car and it made him crash
Yo bitch on dick and it got her cracked
I only be in the stu droppin' hits, they treat this shit like crack
Play in this bitch then yo lil dumbass get hit
Cut his head off throw that shit in the trash
My racks came in fast
You say I'm an opp better get on my ass
You ain't gon' shoot that's facts
If we see that whip we gon' leave em on flats
Glock on my hip hit him up like tats
If he want a verse then he gotta get taxed
I don't hear shit, I can only hear the racks
Fifty round drum gave that lil nigga heart attack
