Cracked (I’m Him 2)

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, real Murda Worth shit, I'm talkin' 'bout, we leave his car on flats, he crashed, it's on flats (get on his ass), go, go That's on fast, we be in a car, on flats (Bitch, bitch) ayy, bitch, aye, go, real Murda Worth shit, I'm talkin' 'bout [Chorus] My racks came in fast You say I'm a opp, better get on my ass You ain't gon' shoot, that's facts If we see that whip, we gon' leave him on flats Glock on my hip, hit 'em up like tats If he want a verse, then he gotta get taxed I don't hear shit, I can only hear the racks 50 round drum, gave that lil' nigga heart attack [Verse] He from the 'burbs, that lil' nigga 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 berserk, tryna lurk, who done hit my phone?, I feel likе lurch I am the one who's gonna shoot, I did that work Pull up, and hop out the coupе, and shot him first They six deep, shot the biggest one last I'm finna ball out, bitch, like Steve Nash Kicked out of school 'cause I smelled like weed in class 7.62 hit his car and it made him crash Yo' bitch on dick and it got her cracked I only be in the stu' droppin' hits They treat this shit like Crack Play in this bitch, then yo' lil' dumbass gettin' hit Cut his head off, throw that shit in the trash [Chorus] My racks came in fast You say I'm a opp, better get on my ass You ain't gon' shoot, that's facts If we see that whip, we gon' leave him on flats Glock on my hip, hit 'em up like tats If he want a verse, then he gotta get taxed I don't hear shit, I can only hear the racks 50 round drum, gave that lil' nigga heart attack [Outro] Ain't on that (Bitch) Smoke his lil' dumbass Won't play with yo' dumbass Hit my phone, I feel like lurch, bitch That work bitch