ฟังเพลงGet It Crackin (Clean)

I'm in that Lamb'

I'm in that Lamb'

Swervin' in that Lamb'

Pull up in that mansion I'm tryna f**k you and yo' friends

I know a lil' b***h that twerk and suck d**k for them bands

For all them bands

She ask me can I cuff her

Lil' ho I can't be your man

Bankroll got it

A hundred racks on my wrist lil' b***h I'm a vigilante

He flexin' chains and all that ice and s**t I'ma get him in

Ayy ayy ayy ayy

I'm outside with them naughty Crips blowin' like a fan

N***a play and I'm gon' kill his son I'm with that extra s**t

B***h I know I get the coochie wet when I hop put the Benz

Still a janky-anky I still blow up out that Benz

Brrra

That n***a got erased we sent that n***a to that man

Seny that n***a to that man

Hella Glocks when we slide I shoot some s**t then I repent

I shoot some s**t then I repent

A couple opp n***as died they homie dead they still ain't spin

Still ain't spin

When the lil' homies ride they face shottin' hittin' n***as

I'm still ballin' like the Mavericks

These p***y n***as hatin' wanna put me in that casket

Four five bullets hit that n***a like my n***as shootin' missiles

Brrra

Every time I'm on the track I'm always spittin' gas

I'm always spittin' gas

Say if you really bangin' that then we gon' smoke yo' a*s

We gon' smoke yo' a*s

Get that n***a

Follow n***as to the crib now we got that big stash

Brrra

I'm in that Bentley

B***h

You still swervin' in that Pontiac

Pontiac

This n***a get back

Hold my pants steady saggin' 'cause this pistol in my pocket n***a

Pistol in my pocket

It ain't s**t for me to grab the strap and really go and pop some n***as

Brrra

B***h I'm tryna be lowkey I'm still puttin' n***as six deep

Pop a n***a now he on that tee

When the enemy slide I peep it

B***h I wake up get my d**k sucked then pass that ho to bro

No I'm not f**king with these b***hes do some s**t in front of that ho

It's high chances he might snitch on you

B***h I'm really active through the set but I ain't no big homie

Bankroll

B***h I get it crackin' do yo' set when I call my lil' homies

B***h I'm getting paid that's on the dead homies you n***as not on s**t

I could pull up my b***h and now she suckin' d**k and doin' tricks

Keep that 40 on my hip every time that lil' b***h do them splits

When they tried to hit my crib I up that AK like I'm Gucci Mane

Pull up in that Range in all black I bet I do my thang

That n***a hit that diddy bop when them bullets hit him from close range

I see these n***as p***y and how they playin' they need some Gatorade

I put the 'Cat in fourth with hella slores and now they ridin' with me

B***h we at the top with all the mops you know we pop n***as

B***h you live under a rock that's on the set if you ain't heard 'bout me

My last name ain't Cannon but I'm Nick so I be drummin'

They try to play me in that dice I had to shoot him and his cousin

Pulled up on my friend I might just f**k that n***a mother

Every time I hit these b***hes they always sayin' I'm they hubby

I ain't playin' with these n***as I up that blower they actin' funny