Paroles Get it crackin Ybn Nahmir

Get it crackin

I'm in that Lamb' (I'm in that Lamb')
(Swervin' in that Lamb')
Pull up in that mansion, I'm tryna fuck you and yo' friends
I know a lil' bitch that twerk and suck dick 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' bitch, I'm a vigilante
He flexin' chains and all that ice and shit, I'ma get him in (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm outside with them naughty Crips, blowin' like a fan
Nigga play and I'm gon' kill his son, I'm with that extra shit
Bitch 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 nigga got erased, we sent that nigga to that man (Seny that nigga to that man)
Hella Glocks when we slide, I shoot some shit, then I repent (I shoot some shit then I repent)
A couple opp niggas died, they homie dead, they still ain't spin (Still ain't spin)
When the lil' homies ride, they face shottin', hittin' niggas
I'm still ballin' like the Mavericks
These pussy niggas hatin', wanna put me in that casket
Four, five, bullets hit that nigga, like my niggas 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 nigga)
Follow niggas to the crib, now we got that big stash (Brrra)
I'm in that Bentley (Bitch), you still swervin' in that Pontiac (Pontiac)
This nigga get back
Hold my pants, steady saggin' 'cause this pistol in my pocket, nigga (Pistol in my pocket)
It ain't shit for me to grab the strap and really go and pop some niggas (Brrra)
Bitch I'm tryna be lowkey, I'm still puttin' niggas six deep
Pop a nigga, now he on that tee
When the enemy slide, I peep it
Bitch I wake up, get my dick sucked, then pass that ho to bro
No I'm not fucking with these bitches, do some shit in front of that ho
It's high chances he might snitch on you
Bitch I'm really active, through the set, but I ain't no big homie
(Bankroll)
Bitch I get it crackin', do yo' set when I call my lil' homies
Bitch I'm getting paid, that's on the dead homies, you niggas not on shit
I could pull up my bitch and now she suckin' dick and doin' tricks
Keep that .40 on my hip, every time that lil' bitch 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 nigga hit that diddy bop, when them bullets hit him from close range
I see these niggas pussy, and how they playin', they need some Gatorade
I put the 'Cat in fourth, with hella slores and now they ridin' with me
Bitch we at the top, with all the mops, you know we pop niggas
Bitch 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 fuck that nigga mother
Every time I hit these bitches, they always sayin' "I'm they hubby"
I ain't playin' with these niggas, I up that blower, they actin' funny