Crack Flow Lyrics

Crack Flow - La Cracka

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What they gon' do to me?

Shordy, that's my twin, when we pop out, that shit like two of me

I done fucked around threw up off this perk 'cause Leek was chokin' me

Corbin had got put inside that bag just like some groceries

Speakin' on Osama, we on yo ass, that's how it 'posed to be

Them niggas say I got my face hit

We the ones who drew down on yo car and let that K spit

Speakin' on La Crack, but you the only one who made it

In the front seat, balled up, shakin'

Go ask shhh, you can't, he blazin'

Suit up for business, Ronald Reagan

He died a bitch

These niggas by lyin' and shit

Smokе 23, 4, and 5 and shit

And a lot of these niggas gon' die bout Mitch

Damn nеar 40 years old, talkin' bout get back, nigga, go in retirement

Keep sayin' target practice, I can name 'bout 4 niggas keep gettin' hit with that blick

Right his ass, we doin' hits

This ain't no freestyle

300 twist that nigga body up like a soda top

Fuck Chris Kyle, you fuck niggas better get down

'Fore you get picked off

Fast food, how the fuck you end up dead? I thought you was a boss

Do it for Osama, slang them choppas, we gon' watch 'em fall

Snoop and Ralo, smoke 'em all

Quan got hit in his head, nigga, you can't think right, pop you a adderall

Heard they want La Crack back like the 80s, fuck it, drill talk

Beat that boy with a switch like I'm his momma, fuck it, white chalk