CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Get It Crackin'

[Intro]
Oh, okay, yeah, yeah, yeah
A'ight bet (I wish I was Jenry)
Yeah, turn me up real quick
Yeah

[Chorus]
He saw his first thousand off a stimulus
Pull up from long-range, shootin' limitless
Rockin' that new Christian, no Leviticus
I know they be hatin' the way that I'm killin' this
Good looks Jenry for makin' the beat
If I were you, I wouldn't diss or tweet
Designer my linen, that shit lookin' neat
And when it get cold, gotta carry that heat
Rockin' this new season Eddie B fashion
They tryna go and get all of my rations
Eatin' my plate, then they dippin' and dashin'
All of my peers, I'm just tryna surpass 'em
I don't fuck with war, but I'm ready for action
Bustin', breakin' it down like a fraction
If your lookin' for business, then let's get it crackin' (Let's get it crackin')

[Verse]
Bitch, I'm a rap game John Paxson
He need a repost, come tapin
Up at the Ruth Chris, no napkin
Shakin' it off like, "What happened?"
I got a U-Haul, get to packin'
Move like the government, get to the trappin'
Get to the table, I whip it and slap it
This money like two midgets, I get to the stackin', yeah
Murder the beat, now I got a vendetta
Thinkin' it's sweet, but you cannot do better
Choppin' up blocks, feelin' like Rosetta
I give her bruschetta, mix it with the feta
My drip like Atlantic Ocean, leave her wetter
I'm crushin' up pills, I'm David Archuleta
He still rockin' cargos, ridin' in that jetta
These rappers, they flows, they followin' the meta
She shakin' her ass on the 'Gram, Brittany Renner
Whole damn fiend, he was stayin' at the vendor
Road rage shit, finna hit your fender
Got a frag, still full out sender
Shootin' up shit like I'm Alex Abrines
Smokin' galactic, I'm posted on Venus
Feelin' like YoungBoy, I just watched my grandpa say penis
Poppin' the Addy's that shit look scenic
Flexin' so hard now I'm feelin' like Phoenix
That bitch got a Tinder, told her delete it
Rinse and repeat it, now I'm conceited
Movin' like Blueface, gonna bleed it
Call him a two-face, now he heated
I feel like a kickstand, I be leanin'
And I'm sippin' on big red like a demon
I'm finna go punch a flight down to Maryland
Hoppin' on Spirit, don't fuck with American
Tryna be different, ain't with the comparison
Up on the block with a rock like I'm [?]
Wipin' his nose, think he needs some Claritin
Hop up in my whip, posted up on Sharaton
That motherfucker thought he was better than me?
Huh, yeah? That boy is hilarious

[Chorus]
He saw his first thousand off a stimulus
Pull up from long-range, shootin' limitless
Rockin' that new Christian no Leviticus
I know they be hatin' the way that I'm killin' this
Good looks Jenry for makin' the beat
If I were you, I wouldn't diss or tweet
Designer my linen, that shit lookin' neat
And when it get cold, gotta carry that heat
Rockin' this new season Eddie B fashion
They tryna go and get all of my rations
Eatin' my plate, then they dippin' and dashin'
All of my peers, I'm just tryna surpass 'em
I don't fuck with war, but I'm ready for action
Bustin', breakin' it down like a fraction
If your lookin' for business, then let's get it crackin' (Let's get it crackin')