Crankin dat 40 ft. Fat Soulja & Lil mar Lyrics

He cookie I took it Feds kick light on bra I'mma book it

Bitches on dick cus they kno Imma ticket fat on shits he Geeking to hit

Ain dum like these Niggas can't

Go for a bitch ain fcking wit Niggas cus I heard that he Snitched

He wan play wan play take his Ass up high

I'm frm Brugh where bitch Niggas die da hood so crazy u

Could be at the store

Buh hes Niggas died so he using

Da score mar catching dem buh

We need sum more walk gang Like get onna floor

Hit at yo top tryn knock off a Opp

When dat shit hit da floor

Drac givin em hops

Fat shit knockin we dont fw da Cops

He got hit in his back how tf he Survive

Da feds in da hood im tryn take Out k9

Hoe on my line lul bitch tryn Play ride

In da back of da car tryn open Her mind

Dis a anti beat so yk im on go

Got da stick in da car nd i pass it To cro

Shitbag gang bitch yk how it go

If lul marr in da back ifykyk

Bitch dis a robbery get on da flo

Da men right beside me so yk Dey gon blow

Ain't rockin 22 imma crack da 40

Like four niggas died das jus how it Go

If i bend round da v yk imma Find em

Nigga wad nic tryn flex fake Diamonds

We bangin dat shit so yk how it Go

Don't try run gon end up like bro

N we goin say much buh it don't

End up like bro how u say das Man buh hate onna low

I'm pushin da whip jhi losing

Control n we dragging foshoo he

Think we done na we upping da

Score money coming could neva Get bored

He flexing on Ig im tryn take dat

U rl a bitch come get ya get bck

Dat 40 hit hard jhi gotta kick back

Always want more I could never Just relax

We on ever car don't think dat u

Slick paranoid as bitch tryn catch Me a Vic

N u niggas real sweet I can't een Lie

He think dat he like dat cus his Men by his side

I ain scared of I'll stand over top Of u n watch ya ass die

Put his ass inna jay n smoke him On live

Niggas be talkin dat hot shi like He ready die

Got sum chest so I'm wan u to try

Cus this Demon inside jhi Coming alive