Get Down ft. La Cracka
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Ha, Ayy, La Cracka, what it do?
(Wavy 808, you crazy)
Brrt, bah, bah, bah
Booted out my body, got me rollin' off these Percs (Ha)
I'm tryna brrt, bah, bah, put a nigga on a shirt, uh
Livin' with no limits just like Master P and Turk (Turk)
Like a long nine-to-five, we the ones who put in work (Get down)
Ayy, Kendre Austin died, the whole city, they was hurt (Damn)
Got my arm fuckin' crampin' 'cause I let that forty jerk (Bah, bah)
Real gravedigger, we the ones put shit in the dirt
Last nigga dissed Lil Bibby, he the one who got it worst (Bibby)
Two things I ain't seen, a UFO and a bitch I need (Facts)
I'll never fear a man, niggas bleed just how I bleed (No cap)
Opps be duckin' me, dodge, dodge, watch 'em weave (Come here)
Like I make an artist shoot his face and left him beat (Ha)
I'ma bounce out with this Glock and put
A nigga on a tee (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Ayy, ooter, where you from? 'Round the corner, call it smoke then
In the ocean with piranhas, with them sharks, we be surfin' (Ha)
His cousin like Magnolia, put a nigga on a shirt then
Can't beef with 1200 'cause them niggas, they be workin' (12)
Can't go out like Ralf Dallas 'cause
That nigga there be twerkin' (Haha)
It's all fun and games 'til your whole family hurtin' (Ha)
And now this shit over 'cause the
Doctor closed the curtain (It's over)
Sendin' shots out that big Bentley truck (Big Bentley truck)
Trigger happy, say my name and I'll spark you up (Bah, bah, bah)
Dissin' in raps, well, this the wrong
Tree that you barkin' up (Barkin' up)
Peroxide, alcohol, boy, I stay in the cut (In the cut)
In and out the B, middleman playin' double dutch (Double dutch)
Just got the drop, we at his spot, you know we shot it up (Shot it up)
2015, Was on that lean and was mollied up (Mollied up)
And for Osama, boy, you know we got our bodies up (Osama, nigga)
In a big body truck (Big body truck)
I bring that pain, you say my name, you better duck (Brrt, bah)
Just caught him lackin', his face stupid, now he stuck (Now he stuck)
We in the club, I'm poppin' out, let's send
It up (Let's send it up, nigga, on gang)
Get down (Get down)
Go 'head and diss, I bet your mama frown (Frrt)
ARP up in this bitch, Lil Ronn, gotta get
To sprayin' rounds (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Don't come this way, drivin' down your block, you get your car flipped
These choppers bullets aim the stick right
At him, watch his body rip (Watch it rip)
Dead niggas, smoke 'em every day, do that shit for fun
You niggas stupid, still ain't learn, don't
Leave the house without your gun (Stupid nigga)
You niggas really broke, drop that bag
I'll come get the funds (I'm gon' get it)
Better use your feet when you see me, boy, you better run
Lil' Cracka Jack, ask the opps about me
I'm the fuckin' one (I'm the one)
And what's-his-name, he a bitch, that's my fuckin' son (That's my son)
Just got a brand new stolen car and a brand new gun
Blatt-blatts on that Glock, that bitch
Go frrt, now you can't see your son
(Wavy 808)