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crank dat - onsight & vonoff1700 lyrics

[intro: vonoff1700 & onsight]
alright
(baow, baow, brr)
give me that sh*t, n*gga
ayy, look, wherever them n*ggas at, we pullin’ up and k!llin’ y’all ass
(baow, baow)
’cause y’all n*ggas think sh*t sweet, try to count us out and walk with your dog (f*ck all the opps, man)
try to go through and show your dumb ass, no bap, dumb*ass n*gga
the f*ck? (ebk)
and we in this b*tch with a hundred on them, a hundred cars, a hundred thousand (free them fed babies asap)
a hundred shots, whatever you n*ggas wanna do, we can do it man
what the f*ck? where the f*ck is y’all b*tch*ass n*ggas at? (baow, baow, baow)
what the f*ck? come outside, n*gga
f*ck? come outside, n*gga

[verse 1: onsight]
so many we shots, we let off a hundred
should’ve seen them n*ggas, they was fallin’ and runnin’
this an srt, n*gga knew we was comin’
bail out the v, you would think we performin’
he a lil’ rat, lil’ brodie informin’
never trust a b*tch, these hoes be goin’
[?] take a pic [?]
pay six*four*six, but i know i dropped a foreign
buddy a goofy, he ain’t got no money
i ain’t gotta pay for sh*t, these hoes wanna f*ck me
let’s spin through the ave tryna leave a n*gga bl**dy, stay mentionin’ [?] for your brother
arp with a scope, [?] a hundred
oh, the chop you got your neck, got you left on your stomach
shots fired, man down, left his ass in a puddle, they know we get busy, put this drac’ on his homie
six foenem some hoes, they don’t want no smoke, [?] see they ass poked
yeah, i’m droppin’ the rakes, we uppin’ the score, we been havin’ motion, you n*ggas still broke
two bucks for a piece, seventy*five for four, catch a b for the free, we do this for [?]
if you ever catch me walkin’, got that chop in the coat, left his ass by the car tryna get in the door
run up on [?] with a couple of more
he in the picture, get in the car, we gettin’ his ass smoked
i don’t care who he is, man, he gotta go
how the f*ck you got a gun, you ain’t tryna blow?
everybody with me, n*gga, took a soul
hundred bros with me, i can’t trust a soul
ridin’ ’round with some feds, everybody got a pole
sit in the front of the n*gga house, wait ’til he get home
walk him down to the safe, tell him, “put in the code”
i could have [?] still get n*ggas gone
ej got his ass smoked, shouldn’t’ve been in his phone
[verse 2: vonoff1700]
his dumb ass, look (grrt, bap)
this a straight*eight jeep, get the f*ck out the way
that lil’ n*gga mad i be f*ckin’ his bae
tell lil heat bring out the drac’ when we in the k, we’ll shoot you in your face
that n*gga was dead on the scene (his dumb ass), the ambulance came, but they was a lil’ too late
they say he a rat, we k!llin’ the lil’ n*gga out, that sh*t ain’t even up for debate
put a lil’ thick b*tch on him, that n*gga a fool, his dumb ass fell for the bait
stop textin’ my phone if we not finna f*ck, lil’ baby, ’cause we ain’t finna go on a date
i done got this v too hot, i ain’t finna settle, i’m just finna switch up the plate
that n*gga was scared as f*ck, he thought i was finna rob him, he ain’t even have nothin’ to take
i run with the snakes, that n*gga [?], box him in, he don’t got no escape
on the high*speed playin’ with the brakes
your mama don’t love you, she had your lil’ dumb ass on mistake
we’ll hunt his ass down for the pape’, i’m chasin’ him down, he ain’t know i was in shape
i be fly like i got on a cape, my fans can’t wait, so i’m finna drop my tape
i’ll f*ck off what you make, i ain’t even ate, but i got up and spinned the 8th
that b*tch so bunk, i told lil e, “go hit it,” he told my dumb ass he was great
go on ‘head, hang with the opps, you ain’t gon’ make it, they ass die at a high rate
just got a lo’ on an opp, we slidin’ out, we don’t got no time to wait
one of the opps in a chair, so when he takes pictures, the n*gga don’t show his waist
the opps die back*to*back and they g*y, i promise, we cannot relate

[outro: onsight & vonoff1700]
on my dead homie, i cannot relate to none of the opps
them n*ggas dyin’, they homies dyin’, and they mamas dyin’
n*gga’s mama died
like, free my hood, n*gga, f*ck your hood, n*gga
we’ll come extort your hood, n*gga

- onsight vonoff1700 lyrics

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