Crank

Lyrics

[Intro] (Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?) [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Fresh up out that dope game, when I say they crank, ain't talkin' Soulja Boy I drove to Georgia, grab right from Bali then Illinois Junkies' lives matter too, rest in peace George Floyd I ain't gon' lie, I'm a racist too, I only serve the white boys The street niggas act like bad bitches, they the tomboys Watch these broke boys, they out here interested since the ployed ployed Your son know his pops broke as shit, he call his Uncle Elroy Standin' on business with these bum niggas always avoid I built my legacy myself, I couldn't get destroyed Please don't talk to me to death, gotta display that noise You want a verse, just tell your labels send an invoice I keep the work with the label for you brick boys A couple scammers owe me favors from them Bitcoins Got ice in them refrigerators when I'm in Des Moines I be wavin' at my haters when I'm in Detroit Still got my freedom 'cause I still believe in Androids One band, one sound, I'm the conductor Magazine stocked, fifty-rounder, the rifle came from Russia Everybody wanna gangbang, what happened to the hustler? They don't wanna be the dealer, they wanna be the customer Got a special magic trick for you broke motherfuckers Show you how to get a whole brick past customs Come get a narcotic permit, learn how to smuggle I treat the nina like a fully how I finger fuck it [Verse 2: ShredGang Mone] Mean to the gun, I stay ridin' with Glock I got PTSD from duckin' all of them shots Know I live my life wild 'til Dots save me a spot Free my nigga Stone 'til they let him out of the box Bang this MPR shit 'til they put me up in the grave Tryna change for my baby, I'm still stuck in my ways Put this shit up on my back, how the fuck can I change? Rather get it off this Glock, fuck workin' minimum wage Switchin' all these states tryna chase me a bag Said I'm dealin' with ridin' my waves, takin' me back It's just somethin' 'bout that rush when I freeze a nigga with strap Blicky to his head, now demons turn to a fag He a fairy big tough-ass nigga, send Glizzy turn Tyler Perry Shit get scary, free Scary Sight, he on his way home Hit a nigga with that glizzy, made him tweak like Fabo Free my nigga Yay Yay, strap like an A-hole Gen 4, thirty clip, make it sing like Beethoven Should've seen what I did first time I seen a Daytona Send shots at his top if I heard it's pape' on it Whole city wanna kill me, without this Glock, I ain't goin'