iayze – Cracked Lyrics

Cracked Lyrics by iayze

My racks came in fast,
You say I’m an opp better get on my ass,
You ain’t gon’ shoot that’s facts,
If we see that whip we gon’ leave em on flats,
Glock on my hip hit him up like tats,
If he want a verse then he gotta get taxed,
I don’t hear s**t, I can only hear the racks,
Fifty round drum gave that lil n***a heart attack

He from the burbs that lil n***a ain’t on that,
Lil Dee catch him and smoke his lil dumbass,
Jay got a switch he won’t play with yo dumbass,
My shooter beserk try to lurk,
Who done hit my phone? I feel like Lurch,
I’m the one who gonna shoot, I did that work,
Pull up and hop out the coupe, and shot him first,
They six deep shot the biggest one last,
I’m finna ball out, b***h like Steve Nash,
Kicked out of school cause I smelt like weed in class,
762 hit his car and it made him crash,
Yo b***h on d**k and it got her cracked,
I only be in the stu droppin’ hits, they treat this s**t like crack,
Play in this b***h then yo lil dumbass get hit,
Cut his head off throw that s**t in the trash

My racks came in fast,
You say I’m an opp better get on my ass,
You ain’t gon’ shoot that’s facts,
If we see that whip we gon’ leave em on flats,
Glock on my hip hit him up like tats,
If he want a verse then he gotta get taxed,
I don’t hear s**t, I can only hear the racks,
Fifty round drum gave that lil n***a heart attack