3astside Jotty - Crack Rocks (Free Biz) Songtexte

Songtexte Crack Rocks (Free Biz) - 3astside Jotty




Ima real mudbaby
Slime and them just came in this bitch, they said I'm lucky
Cause when I'm out with them, it ain't a nigga that's gone touch me
Ain't no nigga out my city like 3astside, I'm in my duffy
Oh you say yo crew some hitters? Well my niggas playing Rugby
I'm in love with the kitchen my nigga, bitch I feel like Paula Dean
Yo diamonds sitting offset, but not the kind with Cardi B
You said you ain't fuck with me now you stuck, how you calling me?
Niggas said I ain't plugged out in Michigan, let me call the D
Niggas think it's Flint the way I rap, but I'm from CLE
Strapped up like I'm Tev, niggas think I rap with RTB
Been learning in this shit, you niggas just got your GED
List of opps inside my burn book until they R.I.P
Money Mitch, I want you to eat but you ain't look out for me
Binoculars, cause it be hard to see, got limo tints and seats
You a fake trapper, you ain't touch no weed if you ain't move no P
Fake plug, you ain't plugged in unless you plugged with me
Met a plug, took me 1 week to find a way to eat
Thot bitch will find 100 reasons to justify to cheat
Young nigga, I'm hungry as fuck, feel like I ain't ate in weeks
Yeah turned up, I fuck up the club, that's what they paid to see
You can't buy this talent, I'm the nigga that they pay to be
Gone make millions from my talent
Ima' gone head and just pay the streets
Got to thank my people
They taught me shit helped me pave the way
Man, I been feeling like future
Think I'm the one who gone save the day
Man, what these niggas on?
These niggas acting fake as hell
Man, but if I get chrome, then I'm the one that's raising hell
All these fucking bars, niggas think I was raised in jail
Whole family trapping, man all my brothers was raised to sell
This semi hit niggas in colon, now he can't shit right
I do this for my city, I ain't worried about what a bitch like
Man, all these niggas savage till' you try to make that bitch fight
Clouds inside my city, that's the smoke from all the crack pipes
My brother he been shooting for so long that he can't dap right
I fucked the bitch so good, she text me saying she need her back iced
My girl looking good, but don't you touch her she don't act nice
I'm good in my city, can get you wacked for less than Act price
Got demons in my set but know it's angels on my back
I be praying I don't die, but still be plotting to get you wacked
Yeah, niggas be bitches foreal, ain't shit without they strap
Ain't no niggas around me, I know who got my back



Autor(en): Darius Farmer



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