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get it crackin - ybn nahmir lyrics

[verse]
i’m in that lamb’ (i’m in that lamb’)
(swervin’ in that lamb’)
pull up in that mansion, i’m tryna f*ck you and yo’ friends
i know a lil’ b*tch that twerk and suck d*ck 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*tch, i’m a vigilante
he flexin’ chains and all that ice and sh*t, i’ma get him in (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
i’m outside with them naughty crips, blowin’ like a fan
n*gga play and i’m gon’ k!ll his son, i’m with that extra sh*t
b*tch 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*gga got erased, we sent that n*gga to that man (seny that n*gga to that man)
h*lla glocks when we slide, i shoot some sh*t, then i repent (i shoot some sh*t then i repent)
a couple opp n*ggas died, they homie dead, they still ain’t spin (still ain’t spin)
when the lil’ homies ride, they face shottin’, hittin’ n*ggas
i’m still ballin’ like the mavericks
these p*ssy n*ggas hatin’, wanna put me in that casket
four, five, bullets hit that n*gga, like my n*ggas 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’ ass (we gon’ smoke yo’ ass)
(get that n*gga)
follow n*ggas to the crib, now we got that big stash (brrra)
i’m in that bentley (b*tch), you still swervin’ in that pontiac (pontiac)
this n*gga get back
hold my pants, steady saggin’ ’cause this pistol in my pocket, n*gga (pistol in my pocket)
it ain’t sh*t for me to grab the strap and really go and pop some n*ggas (brrra)
b*tch i’m tryna be lowkey, i’m still puttin’ n*ggas six deep
pop a n*gga, now he on that tee
when the enemy slide, i peep it
b*tch i wake up, get my d*ck sucked, then pass that ho to bro
no i’m not f*cking with these b*tches, do some sh*t in front of that ho
it’s high chances he might snitch on you
b*tch i’m really active, through the set, but i ain’t no big homie
(bankroll)
b*tch i get it crackin’, do yo’ set when i call my lil’ homies
b*tch i’m getting paid, that’s on the dead homies, you n*ggas not on sh*t
i could pull up my b*tch and now she suckin’ d*ck and doin’ tricks
keep that .40 on my hip, every time that lil’ b*tch 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*gga hit that diddy bop, when them bullets hit him from close range
i see these n*ggas p*ssy, and how they playin’, they need some gatorade
i put the ‘cat in fourth, with h*lla slores and now they ridin’ with me
b*tch we at the top, with all the mops, you know we pop n*ggas
b*tch 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*ck that n*gga mother
every time i hit these b*tches, they always sayin’ “i’m they hubby”
i ain’t playin’ with these n*ggas, i up that blower, they actin’ funny

- ybn nahmir lyrics

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