Lyrics

[Intro: Peedi Crakk] Talk that stuff and get parked with that duck Aight, yeah shut your mouth motherfuckers It's Peedi nigga, yeah Yo, yo, yo [Hook: Peedi Crakk] Hustle 'till the cops come, puff 'till the pot done Guzzle Vodk' til my liver rot, um Fuck 'till the condom pop and keep fucking Bust shots all up in the crowd and heat something (Pow) Ride 'till the whip stop, buy 'till the grip stop Read the fifth and then lie at the tr-id-ial Get booked, my picture took - pretty thug sm-id-ile Lockjaw for haters, I'll holla at y'all later [Verse 1: Peedi Crakk] How you feel about C-R-akk, half PR 215, I reside where they eat off Cooked up rock, and hooked up shops With base from the .8s that shook up your block It's late in the morn', I awake with a yawn Grip the four pound long, make you hate you was born See through the eyes of men that died of sin Throw you high in the pen, the shit'll tie you in Nigga think you know, the rod slide in you slow Bitch nigga let 'em mo' to get your house blown Coke snorting niggas swearing up and down they can flow But lose track when they hear my name be Crakk-KO 'Cause my man drinking [?], lacing the Timbs Halfway and let the spring 'ting, breaking 'em in Push the whip, looking for a bush to hit My million dollar smile'll mush your bitch Holla 'bout a dollar sign next time you bottom lining shit 'Cause I got problems involved in all kinds of shit It's Crakk, I leave a face where your face was at And leave your face where I laced you at I was born to ride in PHI, take it how you want it That North Philly high, you can smoke, snort or blunt it And y'all can find me 'round the way with a mommy Or me and Papi pouring Ali in the memory of Johnny I got whores that'd fuck you in every way possible Drawers 'round your ankles, raw up in your nostrils Tight waist, nice face, should've been a model Shoulda woulda coulda, never did hit the lotto Man I get drunk, bust you and your wiz with the bottle Man look, I could give a fuck if you live Loaded eight in eight sixteen, I'm tucking your wiz Spin the block, give your squad a ridiculous lock Vehicular stop, man look you still ain't learn Face off, make y'all bitches feel my sperm [Hook: Peedi Crakk] Hustle 'till the cops come, puff 'till the pot done Guzzle Vodk' til my liver rot, um Fuck 'till the condom pop and keep fucking Bust shots all up in the crowd and heat something (Pow) Ride 'till the whip stop, buy 'till the grip stop Read the fifth and then lie at the tr-id-ial Get booked, my picture took - pretty thug sm-id-ile Lockjaw for haters, I'll holla at y'all later [Verse 2: City Council] [Hook: Peedi Crakk] Hustle 'till the cops come, puff 'till the pot done Guzzle Vodk' til my liver rot, um Fuck 'till the condom pop and keep fucking Bust shots all up in the crowd and heat something (Pow) Ride 'till the whip stop, buy 'till the grip stop Read the fifth and then lie at the tr-id-ial Get booked, my picture took - pretty thug sm-id-ile Lockjaw for haters, I'll holla at y'all later [Verse 3: Indy 500] [Hook: Peedi Crakk] Hustle 'till the cops come, puff 'till the pot done Guzzle Vodk' til my liver rot, um Fuck 'till the condom pop and keep fucking Bust shots all up in the crowd and heat something (Pow) Ride 'till the whip stop, buy 'till the grip stop Read the fifth and then lie at the tr-id-ial Get booked, my picture took - pretty thug sm-id-ile Lockjaw for haters, I'll holla at y'all later