Crackdown

Big ahh drum on the Glock, this shit hold like 50, yeah
Bitch we gon' throw shots, we don't give a fuck 'bout throwing no fists, yeah
Nigga gon' send us the drop, we gon' fuck around spin like a fidget, yeah
Don't get wet like a mop, your bitch she get wet like fish, yeah
Crackdown, complete the mission
Track down, we finna get him
Cut down, he need some stitches
Bust down, watch how it glisten
I'm finna pull out the Benz, look out the window it's blurring my vision, bitch
I ain't even got no friends, I swear to God I ain't got no missy

Digital dash on the Trackhawk
I'm in the future, I don't got no mask on
Bitch this Ruger it don't got no mag on
I fucked a bitch from the back off the bath salts
Huh bitch, you ain't even got no glizzy, think it'd be best just to back off
Lift up the rpg, it's a Brinks truck so we gotta blow the back off

Yuh, I'm in that trap every week
Boy you gotta be kidding can't ever compete
Bitch I'm a dog, I came off of the leash
I'm tryna go to LA and get geeked
I got a drum like Anderson Paak
Ain't smoking on me, you get put in a pack
Every time I shoot that shit cash
Dressing in purple like I'm Johnny Gat
Yuh, I'ma just kick my feet up, I be on my shit yuh
Huh, every day smoking on reefer, I'm 'bout to pipe this shit up
I'ma just pour up in my codiene cup
INF niggas they don't give a fuck
Thinkin' they me that shit a dub
Hold up, what

Yuh
Got the big ahh drum on the glock, this shit hold like 50, yeah
Bitch we gon' throw shots, we don't give a fuck 'bout throwing no fists, yeah
Nigga gon' send us the drop, we gon' fuck around spin like a fidget, yeah
Don't get wet like a mop, your bitch she get wet like fish, yeah
Crackdown, complete the mission
Track down, we finna get him
Cut down, he need some stitches
Bust down, watch how it glisten
I'm finna pull out the Benz, look out the window it's blurring my vision, bitch
I ain't even got no friends, I swear to God I ain't got no missy

Yeah, Right upper cut hit your side
Hold up, yeah I'm feelin' like Rocky
That nigga too sweet he get baked like a pie, hold up
Which one of y'all gon' stop me
That nigga potato, he just like a fry
Hold up, make sure you gon' copy
Boy played out, know that he ain't hot
No Cochise but I'm hotter than Takis
Yeah my bitch she be callin me papi
Huh, triangle no Illuminati
Hit the pharmacy, bitch I'ma talk to my doctor
Had no prescription but smokin' on ganja
I feel like my flow is just hotter than lava so lil nigga tell me just hop on a topic
Put bread on the table for me and my family
We pop it, we popped it, we poppin' we poppin'
It ain't no visitation when it come to waitin boy stop playin you not with the gang
These niggas always wanna hang, capital L on his head that nigga a lame
I feel like I'll blow like Cobain
These nigga don't even know what the fuck I been sayin'
Hahaha

Huh, big ahh drum on the Glock, this shit hold like 50, yeah
Bitch we gon' throw shots, we don't give a fuck 'bout throwing no fists, yeah
Nigga gon' send us the drop, we gon' fuck around spin like a fidget, yeah
Don't get wet like a mop, your bitch she get wet like fish, yeah
Crackdown, complete the mission
Track down, we finna get him
Cut down, he need some stitches
Bust down, watch how it glisten
I'm finna pull out the Benz, look out the window it's blurring my vision, bitch
I ain't even got no friends, I swear to God I ain't got no missy