Crank Lyrics

No I'm not that mothafucka I swerve and curve a bad bitch

Rippa with the scythe I cut up a blunt and stab it

I patch it with a bandage then I pass it to my savage

Told him ash it in the carriage

Yes I cut him just for fun and everyone without a gun had to run

For their life cuz Rippa Rippa got a scythe every night just passing by

Might fuck around and fuckin die anytime

I'm feelin fine I'm tellin lies straight to your eyes

Jason Statham off the crank I'm rollin up a addy blunt

Tell ya bitch she stank she must be livin at a fuckin dump

Lil chump took a dump when he saw the black pump

In the truck Hurricane can you shut his ass up?

Hangin out the side of the truck with the buck buck

Ya'll some ducks it's so hard to miss unless you suck

Like your bitch she knows who it is

It's big dick Hurricane all up on this shit

It's that crazy southern emo boy with a drug addiction

I'm rollin through your city and callin on a mass eviction

I'm a fuckin walking zombie I can't even fuckin drive

I just ran a red light and walked away alive

All your bitches I done ran through em

Killed em all record the screams and dance to em

We make cultivated suicidal dead music

OKIEZ in this bitch we empty all the lead through em

Tell ya bitch to drop that head on me