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crackin & sackin - juke (lab tv) lyrics

[intro]

you know who it is
say less, do more
36 productions
bap bap
ey…yo, uh

[verse 1]

you know i’m out here trappin
won’t stop till i’m stackin
you know jay brought the mac in (rahh)
now the rats all flappin
c brought the pack in
now we’re crackin & sackin
put your hands on me or any of my gs and watch what happens

nah don’t come around me, big man might need gun around me
man break sweats off gunning my g
if you see me best get running my g
liv, streets they can get lively
chat sh*t monday you’re dead friday
best mind me, man get messed round me
don’t pop up your chest at me
don’t think i’m a joke, try harm me you’ll get poked
try harm me you’ll get smoked, you won’t get wet
you’ll get soaked, one phone call you get turned to a ghost

and i’m cooking up sh*t like heston
i can turn mans road to a western
and i pull shotguns like texans
in the grave where my man’s resting

ey, you know i don’t need nothin
it’s been a while since i been robbin
but if the mask goes on and i crash mans spot
you know i won’t leave nothin
you know we get that dough (we get that dough)
you know the work ain’t slow (the work ain’t slow)
and if your boys don’t know about me or my gs
then let man know

yeah let that go
fly like a jetpack bro, if i die yeah i meant that though
collect that dough, never neglect that dough
i’ll die to protect that dough, yeah let that go
fly like a jetpack bro, if i die yeah i meant that though
collect that dough, never neglect that dough
i’ll die to protect that dough, yo
ey, i might be your younger
but you’re my punter
and if you chat sh*t about me and my cl!ck you go 6ft under
ayy, we make noise like thunder
big ting make you dance like zumba
we don’t chat gas, i don’t do strap
you need cash if you ring my number

ay since a kid been hunter, went ot and shivved up punters
now my team we’re getting in numbers
now my team we keep it 100
and you might see me in the pool or london
and you might see me with two real gunmen
and big up my bros in dungeons
conspiracy, just made assumptions

i’m a nasty guy, don’t ask me why
got some ygs that are ready to ride
they don’t care if you’re ready to die
when the rocket blasts off you’ll get sent to the sky, yeah
you get sent up, you know we got tents up
landlord found out put the rent up
go and smoke your 10 bud

oh so gang on drill, see my and my man go ill
trap trap in the bando still, dreaming about a mansion still
rolling up ganja still, all of my bros can handle steel
lad thats real, chat readies and your cap gets peeled
got cali in that pack thats sealed
sh*t gets gully, we get that money
l i v yeah i rep that fully
don’t try be funny i ain’t no dummy
tears in your eyes and your nose all runny
ain’t made for this life go run to your mummy
hot like chilli and sweet like honey
i’ve never been another man’s victim
but i’ve never been a bully

i’m just a scally tw*t with the bally
dk drives cars like it’s rally
don’t try touch down we’re not pally
you’ll get put down in that alley
see me drive round in that lanny
and just fire rounds from that semi
just cos it died down with the hammers
don’t mean we ain’t ridin out with the ‘chetes, ay

ay, so what you talkin about
baseball bat take your jaw from your mouth
take off your door and walk in your house
not all of my boys are scouse
got gang in the north, got gang in the south
got cali in packs we don’t have no droughts
say you push keys but i’ve got my doubts
lad we buy boxes we don’t buy no ounce

don’t talk about ounce it’s a kilo ting
know this tunes on a reload ting
victims, nah they don’t need no ting
tryna get fat like i’m cee lo green
cutting up plants i can see pure green
got my gang i don’t need no team
feel all loose and i need more lean
f*cking up birds like i’m charlie sheen, ay

i like head thats sloppy, sweet like toffee
hot like coffee, f*ck around you get burned like rocky
(wuhrr), don’t act c*cky, tell my man go get that shotty
out of the loft, we’re not soft, f*ck around and i’ll catch me a body
trap’s a job and rap’s a hobby
they want me dead so i keep this on me
bowwwwww
say nothin

- juke lab tv lyrics

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