CRACKBOYS ft. Kelo Love Lyrics

Hey, Modo?

Yo, what up?

Hit this pipe, bro

Nah man, what the hell?

Fuck it

I'm keeping us paid

A comma with zeroes I need in the safe

I'm sick of them heroes when weirdos competing with fear in their face

Tears in a race

Yuh

Don't need an intro you niggas is fakes

She's on my dick but you take her on dates

Stuck in your lows, a prisoner's fate

The life that I chose, why would I escape?

Kelo rapping yeah we switching roles

Ain't a singer but I bet she knows

Shawty looking like she really cold

Got her north and south when she take the pole

Hearts emojis when I speak to her soul

They be hatin' why the fuck would I fold

Tunnel vision when I'm diggin' for gold

Everybody know that talkin' is bold

Everybody know that talking is cheap

We got a price, you got a fee

I got a pocket, that pocket is deep

They pockets is pussy, a pussy that stink

Her kitty ain't littered, I dive in the pink

My music is fresh, I dive in the ink

Don't dive in the DMs they always get leaked

AM and PM we play with elites

Don't play with the fiends, Don't play with the fiends

The fuck do you mean? Fuck do you mean?

The duo like Jackie Chan and Lee

We running this scene, yeah-yeah

You caught in a dream

It's harder to breathe, breathe yeah

I tell 'em you can't be mad at me

Don't play with the fiends

Yuh

Devil wear Prada

But a hoe wear nada

Got a throat no bottom

Fill 'er up, no, hold up, hold up

How the fuck you got a blue check sending green texts?

How the fuck you gonna reject anything that

You don't see next

Tell me what is missing, number one position

Gotta dumb it down to be the best

Gotta see success, uh

Feet in the sand I'm all in my head again

I got a plan, I feel like a ten, my bitch got a tan

Keep bands in a van, I'm stacking my bread again, ha

Why they think that I'm a joke

Why these niggas always croak

Diamonds on me when I float, row boat

Telling myself I'm a catch, to slow

Pass the flow

Acetone

Paint peeling off the plaster, woah

Ain't feelin' what you bastards wrote

Petty shit is for them ratchet hoes

Petty rappers always catching cold

Pass 'em tissues like they passing notes

Past the point of any active dose

It's Chloraseptic how I'm at they throats

Gee, I'm back on my flow again, syke

Uh, I ain't never fucked a dyke

Uh, Not a girl, I'm her type

Gotta her thinking what she like

Change her mind after a night

Called an Uber for her why

Shawty think I'm giving rides

Nah City boy until I die, die, die

She calling me saying she late

Not her daddy, Imma keeper

Sorry love, I never need ya

Told her we just can't relate

Don't play with the fiends, Don't play with the fiends

The fuck do you mean? Fuck do you mean?

The duo like Jackie Chan and Lee

We running this scene, yeah-yeah

You caught in a dream

It's harder to breathe, breathe yeah

I tell 'em you can't be mad at me

Don't play with the fiends

Shopping cart

I hear that dog n' barking

These motherfuckers' car's in park 'n

Imma break that window, break that window

Steal that shit, steal that shit

Take a rip, steal that shit

Pass that rock, pass that rock

Suck my cock, bitch suck my cock