Crack Music

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby] I'm twenty one, can get the 30's here for twenty one Say the perks in, give me one [?] in the check, they see you, they gon' run Bad bitches give me neck Can you name something worth the money? Yeah, [?] respect, watch how I hit with tech I see me riding 650, and my bitch a Lex I see them killers in my reer view, you ain't never had the brick man riding with you I don't fight, I have the hit man hit you Nigga, it ain't shit to Grind like the rent due Boogers in the bezzle, [?] Roley came with [?] Work came with money, money don't come with time Time came with the grind Grind came with some shine Hoes acting like fiends, how they hit my line That shit regular now Remember when they told your baby get a regular job [Chorus: Skilla Baby] Only take a couple extras to get him wet up The body came for free, I just gotta buy the beretta Auntie in the house, the pain pills, her name [?] The same bitch you be laying with will get you set up Dice game with some rich niggas, shake them better Soon as dawg put his money down, I'm like bet up Call my fiend [?] green, and he teched up The feds see my niggas balling, they wanna reff us We get a lot of paper, [?] if you test us Ain't got a damn thing to say to an opp, rest up It's the wintertime, but every season I be wet up Them bitches gon' [?] us all day, if they catch us [Verse 2: Babyface Ray] My day one niggas, they getting jealous Ain't shit for chetter Started off from the mud, this a different level Hop out broad day, have my niggas melt him We ain't shooting from no car, this ain't Twisted Metal I'm with big apes, kids good and my bitch straight Life is good, I be walking round like don't shit stank Yeah, I flip weight, every day like I'm in shape Tryna talk [?] out of fifty for a mixtape Could've fucked lil mama first night, but I sipped drank [?] ain't OVO, he with drac Foreign cars [?] from the lot with the temp plates First time I saw a whole brick was the tenth grade Bairley went to high school, I needed night school Bro said don't rap what you do, they might indict you Money, cars, bitches and drugs, that might excite you This my life starting to go, get it from iTunes [Chorus: Skilla Baby] Only take a couple extras to get him wet up The body came for free, I just gotta buy the beretta Auntie in the house, the pain pills, her name [?] The same bitch you be laying with will get you set up Dice game with some rich niggas, shake them better Soon as dawg put his money down, I'm like bet up Call my fiend [?] green, and he teched up The feds see my niggas balling, they wanna reff us We get a lot of paper, [?] if you test us Ain't got a damn thing to say to an opp, rest up It's the wintertime, but every season I be wet up Them bitches gon' [?] us all day, if they catch us