Craccin Craccas. ft. 1900Rugrat Lyrics

Yuh, Uh huh

Rrr, the fucking Mob, top 5ive

Switchy-switch haaan

Bitch (Uh huh)

Ask yo bitch who run dis shyt, she gon tell you us (uh huh)

Don't let that boy convince you to hop in, yall done enough (uh huh)

Tan Flag we belt to ass, like yall been acting up (uh huh)

700 days since yall last spinned, what yall still stacking up? (uh huh)

Bitch we come every week (uh huh)

Like we the garbage truck (uh huh)

My Young Niggas like my bitches, (Why?)

They always starting stuff (uh huh)

My Cracca right beside me, (like who?)

Like Denzel Washington (uh huh)

One phone just for my family, (Two Phones)

One for when you coppin sum (uh huh)

Dis shyt get deep, like the other side of the pool

Ion pop Yerkyz for fun, bitch I'll crash out off my moods (for real)

I just took a school bus, & I ain't goin to school

You ain't the goat, bitch you a sheep

I'll shave your ass for wool

We at the Ritz, ain't that a coincidence my cracca?

Asake, Travis Scott

Boy you know this shyt get active

Niggas backwards

Beefin when you don't got no money, ain't attractive

Every word come out my mouth you could fuck round use it a caption

Bitch we from the Concrete (yup)

Like Karrahboo was

Me & 19 we keep more straps than a pair of two studs

Treat me how you did when I was broke, ion want no new love (uh-uhn)

I was ridin round Mitsubishi, like I gotta do sum

Got in my bag & changed my life

Niggas knowin dey ain't right

You ask a nigga for the money that he owe you, he wan fight (Shyt Sad)

Issa 10 or 12 of Quagen, I'm going Cream, like fuck a sprite

Bitch the opps they breaking bad, going insane like Walter White (uh huh)

Bitch you felt that belt to ass haaan?

You wan switch teams, Shaquille O'Neal, you wan be Tan haaan?

I bet yall tired of us hoppin out that fuckin van haaan

Bitch we got purp, pink, green, white & tan haannn (Uh huh)

Jyuh, Jyuh, Jyuh, Jyuh

Jyuh, Jyuh, Jyuh, Jyuh (muthafuck, bitch swing my door)

Bitch we got perk, pink, green, white & tan haannn

Jyuh, Jyuh, Jyuh, Jyuh

Jyuh, Jyuh, Jyuh, Jyuh

That shyt already gone

Bitch we got purp, pink, green, white & tan haannn (Uh huh)

Huh, huh, huh, Yop

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

Bitch we got purp, pink, green, white & sand (huh)

He done bought a XD, it ain't gon jam (huh)

I got stripes like a cracca caught a And-one (huh)

He got slumped over as soon as he ran up

Pull ya card like I work at Sam's Club

Lil bruh switched about that cheese, it fucked my head up

Pulled up, Swiss Cheese'd the whip til it can't run

Til it stop rolling

Count a 20 in the section witcha thot on me

That lil 10 racks in dubs really not motion

Slim shyt, Yellow Bone, I might buss her open

Said she tired of dat stressing, I got sum to make it better

The VV's super wet, put it in my face & make em wetter

I pull out 20 racks and turn the Rolls into a section

She want me to break her back, I only came here for the becky

Bitch you felt that belt to ass haaan?

You wan switch teams, Shaquille O'Neal, you wan be Tan haaan?

I bet yall tired of us hoppin out that fuckin van haaan

Bitch we got purp, pink, green, white & tan haannn (Uh huh)

Jyuh Jyuh Jyuh Jyuh

Jyuh Jyuh Jyuh Jyuh (muthafuck, bitch swing my door)

Bitch we got perk, pink, green, white & tan haannn

Jyuh, Jyuh, Jyuh, Jyuh

Jyuh, Jyuh, Jyuh, Jyuh

That shyt already gone

Bitch we got purp, pink, green, white & tan haannn (Uh huh)

It's the Mob, it's the Gods

It's the one that got you robbed

It's the

It's the one that got you shot

It's the one that (hmph)

Tan Flag

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