CRACK A BELL ft. DOUBLECUP TJ Lyrics

I'm fucking that hoe I ain't cuff it

These niggas be hoes, be running they mouth

Tell these hoes they ain't even on nun

Keep running your mouth Ima buss

We really came up from nun

I can't fuck with no bum

I ain't from Philly, I could show you how to crack a bell

Aye, get that dope sold before it touch a scale

These niggas ain't got no drip Ima wish em' well

Me and my niggas work together so he never fail

Hit the lick by myself cause I ain't gon never tell

Roll that dope up, pour that drank up

Me and my niggas used to share lines, now we pouring liters

Chasing a bag, came a long way from reading water meters

Hit her from the back, beat the pussy up in a wife beater

These niggas acting odd, I might take they broad

I'm coming up even cause I beat the odds I love the gang so I can't take the loss

Ice up on my neck and it's cold like frost

I'm fucking that hoe, you tricking

Oh lame ass nigga, you simpin'

I'm Wayne, don't ask what I'm sipping

Got hoes the way that we pimpin'

They wet the way that we dripping

Ain't no Disney, no we can't kick it

I'm a receiver, the way that I get it

I'm a gymnast, the way that I flip it

Roll a spliff up, fuck a hiccup

Just like when I'm low, I'ma re-up

Pack touchdown, today gone by tomorrow

Thirty-two for the P, on the way to Mars

Me and Bryce sliding on this motherfucking hoe

For the right price, I might fucking wipe your nose

Get a check, spend a check, get it right back

All this blue cheese, make a hoe act right

I'm trying to run this money up to the fucking ceiling

I'm trying to stay busy, got my bitch in her feelings

He say he slime, but I'm in the swamp with my Gator niggas

Drop a four up in the cream soda, man it's thick as hell

Niggas acting gangster, but ain't got no fucking bells

Sunnyside nigga, gotta stop by Teepees

Flip a QP, got me right back on my feet

In the culdesac, trapping, I got what you need

Phones steady ringing, I got junkies up the street

It's 10 to get in, if you ain't got it, move around

I'm a lion in the jungle, bitch, I'ma keep a crown

The gang Planet Fitness, the way that we moving pounds

We spinnin round and sending rounds

I might catch three counts

Bitch, I'm known in my town

Pouring dranks, smoking dank

New gas and it stank, the choppa sing like Drake

Smoking cookies, getting baked

Can't take that bitch on a date

I've been running up a check, bitch, I gotta raise

Make sure all my niggas eat, bitch, I share a plate

I gotta smoke the spliff, bitch, I'm gon' be late

He a pussy talking shit, but I don't be fased

I'm fucking that hoe I ain't cuff it

These niggas be hoes, be running they mouth

Tell these hoes they ain't even on nun

Keep running your mouth Ima buss

We really came up from nun

I can't fuck with no bum

I ain't from Philly, I could show you how to crack a bell

Aye, get that dope sold before it touch a scale

These niggas ain't got no drip Ima wish em' well

Me and my niggas work together so he never fail

Hit the lick by myself cause I ain't gon never tell