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what's krakkin - $ir abe lyrics

[intro]
(tr*tr*tryhard)

[chorus]
my n*gga getting it crackin’
she already know what’s happenin’
i met the hoe at the back of the party, now she sending ass on the snap and*
we took a break for a week or somethin’, but my n*ggas getting it back in
we get the rick or the raff in
i beat that lil’ hoe back in
i pour a four of the sizzurp
she like my glockie, i might have to rizz her
them n*gga cappin’, no they ain’t no k!llers
my n*ggas crazy i hang with gorillas
with melly, he totin’ that stick he the realest
i hang with the robbers, the shooters, the dеalers
we stackin’ that sh*t to the mothеrf*cking ceiling
[verse]
556. gon’ hit ’em up
you is not gang, you can’t kick it with us
shorty bad might let her f*ck
got that glizzy, keep it tucked
better than c.o.b, sh*t out of luck
all my n*ggas, we ready to bust
you better tote on yo’ k in the club
in love with the drugs, in love with the guns
gave her a perc, and now shorty tweakin’
f*ck on that b*tch, lil’ hoe puerto rican
i’m breaking bread yeah i’m splitting it even
kick that b*tch out i don’t know why she speakin’
i gave her d*ck for once, now she feenin’
my body hungry for percs i’m a feed it
f*ck a security guard i don’t need it
she toppin’ me up and she swallow the s*m*n, yeah
don’t want yo’ hoe you can keep it, yeah
i been the sh*t since a fetus, yeah
f*ck on that hoe and she scream and yell
these n*ggas plottin’, want to see me fail
but i been servin’ that pack through mail
i’m uppin’ my tec i been shootin’ to k!ll
my n*ggas barbarians, we pushing drill
we comitting robberies off of the pills, okay
i pop them sh*ts everyday
i f*ck her once, tell her wait
got that b*tch screamin’ “$ir abe”
i’m smokin’ j to the face
that lil’ hoe do what i say
i’m sippin’ lean everyday
that n*gga he running laps
he look like he want to race
i pop xans, yeah i pop percs, yeah on repeat
gave that b*tch a perc yeah, that lil’ hoe gon’ tweak
f*ck that b*tch she suck me up, i got receipts
post that b*tch she going viral off a tweet
[chorus]
my n*gga getting it crackin’
she already know what’s happenin’
i met the hoe at the back of the party, now she sending ass on the snap and*
we took a break for a week or somethin’, but my n*ggas getting it back in
we get the rick or the raff in
i beat that lil’ hoe back in
i pour a four of the sizzurp
she like my glockie, i might have to rizz her
them n*gga cappin’, no they ain’t no k!llers
my n*ggas crazy i hang with gorillas
with melly, he totin’ that stick he the realest
i hang with the robbers, the shooters, the dealers
we stackin’ that sh*t to the motherf*cking ceiling

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