What’s Crackin (ft Takeoff)

Uh?
Yeah
Ayy

Look, pull up, what’s crackin’? (Crackin’)
Pull up, what happened? (Grrt)
A lot of guns and automatics (‘Matics)
A lot of guns and automatics (Automatic)
Pull up, what’s crackin’? (What’s crackin’?)
Pull up, what happened? (What happened?)
A lot of guns and automatics (‘Matics)
A lot of guns and automatics (‘Matics)

Tell my shooters call me FaceTime (Grrt)
‘Cause we already done faced time (Na Na)
Free D-Nice, he doin’ state time (D-Nice)
You need the blicky, you can take mine (Uh)
Uh, baby (Baby), yeah, I’m ridin’ for my baby (Baby)
One dead, two dead, yeah, we wildn’ up in Macy’s (Woo)
You ain’t gettin’ bread ‘cause you lazy (You lazy)
You call the cops, then he gon’ raid me
Nino cooler than cooler, he still an ooter, he don’t settle for nothin’ (Grrt, bow)
Uh, bluffin’, pussy boy, stop all that bluffin’ (Stop all that bluffin’)
Run Ricky, yeah, he runnin’ (Run), run Ricky, yeah, he runnin’ (Ricky)
Back out, brush ‘em, know some niggas that’ll shoot you for nothin’
No politicin’, no discussions (Nah), no politicin’, no discussions (Bye, bye)
Uh, did you? You ain’t gettin’ bread, nigga, did you? (Woo, nah)
Big Nappy Blue, that boy evil, Big Nappy Blue, that boy evil

Look, pull up, what’s crackin’? (Grtt, pull up)
Pull up, what happened? (Woo)
A lot of guns and automatics (Grtt, grtt)
A lot of guns and automatics (Bow, brrt)
Pull up, what’s crackin’? (Woo, pull up)
Pull up, what happened? (Brrt)
A lot of guns and automatics (Brrt)
A lot of guns and automatics (Brrt, Takeoff)

Takeoff
Pull up, what happened? (What happened?)
Pick up that fire and I’m blastin’ (Brrt)
It wasn’t no need to hit ‘em with the ratchet (Nah)
So, fuck it, I smack ‘em (Smack ‘em)
It’s Takeoff the rocket and I’m with the Woo
Bitch, we everlastin’ (Bitch)
I got a starting five that be natural and the bitch be plastic (Plastic)
Whippin’ that, that come with that (Shh), while I be swervin’ in traffic (Skrrt)
And the opposition better not (No)
‘Cause they know what’s gon’ happen (Don’t tell ‘em that)
Talk to that boy, he on FaceTime (Brrt), heard he got hit, it’s a flatline (Shh)
Don’t know what you do ‘bout yours (No), but I’ma go Kanye ‘bout mine
My jewelry’s too cold, you catchin’ pneumonia (Cold)
I took the beat and I gave it corona (How?)
Send me the drop and my niggas be on it (Drop)
Only fear God, now show my opponent (God)
Ain’t no complainin’ ‘bout makin’ a bag, boy, you gotta get it if you really want it (Get it)
We be them niggas that fuck up the city, they know us for clappin’ at all our opponents (Brrt)

Look, pull up, what’s crackin’? (Crackin’, pull up)
Pull up, what happened? (Grrt)
A lot of guns and automatics (‘Matics, brrt)
A lot of guns and automatics (Automatic, brrt)
Pull up, what’s crackin’? (What’s crackin’? Pull up)
Pull up, what happened? (What happened?)
A lot of guns and automatics (‘Matics, brrt)
A lot of guns and automatics (‘Matics, brrt)

Look, pull up, what’s crackin’? (Crackin’)
Pull up, what happened? (Grrt)
A lot of guns and automatics (‘Matics)
A lot of guns and automatics (Automatic)
Pull up, what’s crackin’? (What’s crackin’?)
Pull up, what happened? (What happened?)
A lot of guns and automatics (‘Matics)
A lot of guns and automatics (‘Matics)