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PEEDI CRAKK, FREEWAY, INDY 500 ”Freestyle
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Freeway
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Off the top of the d**k, I'm like plastic on top of the bricks Or like platinum on top of a six Catch me on tape or on top of your b*t*h I might be on top of your strip Or in the club with a Glock and some crys', CÎROC with a glist' Thugs see me pop and they flip Nah'mean, my whole team like the cream of the crop Nah'mean, I got a beam that lead up to the dot Scheme with a plot, the bubbling heat up and you drop You gon' know that it's trouble when Peed' up in your spot My name Crakk on bottom then I muzzle your rock Guzzle the Vok', we huddled and I cuddled the block Rock it to sleep, yeah I ain't seen you cop in a week So them broke n***as shouldn't have nothing to say When I approach, n***as ain't got nothing to say What you wrote? N***a, you ain't got nothing to say C-R-akk, got the MAC and the yayo I like to play slow or side like a slither ring Get mayo and ride with my killer team Poppy got a pie, better hide it 'fore I see it you know I need the Lexus, cable where the rest is Crakk and 5 in Barbatos on our way to Texas with one question "Where the dough at?" Run up in your session like "N***a lemme blow that And where the hoes at? I need my d**k sucked" Down south b*t*h suck d**k like it's good luck But she a dead f**k, and I'm from north brick Y'all on some bullsh*t and I done did everything from Slanging the rock to (uh) banging the Glock Ducking the cops who want it stuck at the top C-R-A, C-double the-K Bring it where you lay, brilliant and bay Many mash sh*t up, pit-pat sh*t up Shows over, rap it up Goes over, get that platinum up Dude come up out it Ever since a youth and I'm still about it F you's how I feel about it Vest be proof, firearm be known Smoke aqua-green and smoke out your team Coke rock the beam and Nick rock the blocks I first thank the fiend then blink out the drop 600 I sell, [?] Captain [?] See me and big Demi got a thing with the treble I-C n***a, what it's gon' be n***a? Killer Crakk-O, Freeway; it's that simple I put the street on beats, I put the heat on chumps My connect with Roc? Put the pressure on freaks to hump And they do get f**ked Put the pressure on my n***as and we shoot sh*t up I'm out the park like Babe Ruth, cop a beige Coupe Brown guts beez on the wheels so I f**k the town up Leave n***as like "Man, did you see that sh*t?" When I spit they like, "Fam, did you hear that bull?" Y'all haters must realise that you don't need war C4 to your door like I'm related to B.I.G Hold Glocks, rush spots and I'm relaying the kids Gotta run up in your shop, put the .8 to your wig Take everything out your safe, count the cakes Tie your a** up and calmly walk out your place N***as smile in my face but I don't dial they hate Mad 'cause the V12, hit the I-95 N***a balling like I got nine lives Or I don't give a f**k about the whip I drive Or the cops on my a** and I got nine pies When I'm really moving pies I'm in and out of lanes In a Buick or a Bonneville, shipping ain't a thing Put yourself behind the wall, what difference do it bring? When you know the keys in trunk, Os, Zs in chunk Know the cops in rear, hold Glock for fear They hit the gas, my flow complicated Might, spit too fast or spit too slow At the show, spit these bars and grip your hoe At the lot, step sh*t up and switch the .4 Yo, my flow a cocaine and a verse a O Now who you know iller than Free? Copped white V, a cinnamon V If you shiesty, hide low, send em in threes I stomp a n***a with Cinnamon trees, so the blood don't show Testify against Free? Show your mug little bruh or grow My peeps see you on the streets, a lot of blood gon' show So die with that money since you love that dough And die with that hooker since you love that b*t*h Twisted metal, throw a lot of lead in the ghetto And I separate the burrows 'cause we ain't that thorough F**k your feelings, f**k you and f**k the children And if I catch you in that drop imma ruin your ceiling It's Crakk and 5 - No doubt How we ride? - In and out And when I hear my name come out your mouth, it's all out Do your top for your watch, Cody, you don't know me Squeeze with mad aim, blow your brains on your homie So don't ask, it's Crakk to the dash K-to the-O, I throw the MAC in your a** I take cash 'cause it's basic math Subtract yours equal mines, there's no need to add F**k be wrong with y'all like I ain't Crakk? Like, I ain't five seconds off your neck? Like, I won't give it to you live and direct Wipe my a** with your sixteen bars and flex Something raw from the dirtiest side of the yard And I ride with the boy that'll bottle your balls So how the f**k y'all like me now? And that be me that clapped them down And the black M3 is double the K Ain't nothing changed but the day I still gain your dame off the plane, Jose Hey holla at me, throw a million dollars at me See I don't f**k with the small changes You f**kin' with the wrong gangsta The lone ranger who possesses strong anger Then touch you with the chrome, bang ya Twisted metal, throw a lot of lead in the ghetto And I separate the burrows 'cause we ain't that thorough F**k your feelings, f**k you and f**k the children And if I catch you in that drop imma ruin your ceiling It's Crakk and 5 - No doubt How we ride? - In and out And when I hear my name come out your mouth, it's all out That's it I-C n***a, that's it Freeway, Indy 500, Crakk-O that's it
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