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ybn nahmir - get it crackin 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
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