CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Crank That (Remix)
*Coughing*
Boy, I pull up on your block with a K
Say you want smoke, come catch this fade
Got a KelTec piece but his hair looking gay
f**k a b*t*h from the back, put her hair in two braids
Smoking gas, [?]
f**k a b*t*h, then I dip, we ain't f**k in two days
Boy say he want smoke, he can get it two ways
It's too late, no Drake, 'cause I got two Drac's
And I got two b*t*hes tryna give me face
Finna hit lil' Jay when I get to L.A
And when I'm in the H, I'ma hit [?]
[?], come say it to my face
Got a big Glock 40, it'll fold you like a crêpe
main b*t*h come my way
Hop up in a Wraith, then I race like May
b*t*hes don't touch you like you got a damn [?]
My main b*t*h said, "Chill, Lee, you going crazy"
Ran a hundred bands up, that's a lil' play
Take a blunt to the face, boy, I'ma get blazed
Promеthazine pills got my brain heart racing
choppa got thesе boys dodging bullets like the Matrix
Number (N)ine jeans, boy, peep my swag
When I'm up at Saks, I'ma blow a whole bag
Bad b*t*hes on my phone, Apple Watch, and Mac
Finna f**k one time, now here's your main b*t*h back
Matte black on the Jeep, finna race in that
Got new Prada shoes, don't say no cast
That boy walked in on me f**king his b*t*h, guess I don't gotta say no cap
And I got new [?], I'ma sail on that
Got a b*t*h so wet, I'ma sail on that
Shoot 'em like Halo, get your brains blown back
Smoking on the pack and got a bankroll stack
but it's [?], yeah
You don't sip real lean, you a [?], yeah
Benihana leftovers, they a day old, yeah
With a foreign b*t*h counting pesos, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
With a foreign b*t*h counting up pesos, yeah
Boy, I pull up on your block with a K
Say you want smoke, come catch this fade
Got a KelTec piece but his hair looking gay
f**k a b*t*h from the back, put her hair in two braids
Smoking gas, [?]
f**k a b*t*h, then I dip, we ain't f**k in two days
Boy say he want smoke, he can get it two ways
It's too late, no Drake, 'cause I got two Drac's
And I got two b*t*hes tryna give me face
Finna hit lil' Jay when I get to L.A
And when I'm in the H, I'ma hit [?]
[?], come say it to my face
Got a big Glock 40, it'll fold you like a crêpe
main b*t*h come my way
Hop up in a Wraith, then I race like May
b*t*hes don't touch you like you got a damn [?]
My main b*t*h said, "Chill, Lee, you going crazy"
Ran a hundred bands up, that's a lil' play
Take a blunt to the face, boy, I'ma get blazed
Promеthazine pills got my brain heart racing
choppa got thesе boys dodging bullets like the Matrix
Number (N)ine jeans, boy, peep my swag
When I'm up at Saks, I'ma blow a whole bag
Bad b*t*hes on my phone, Apple Watch, and Mac
Finna f**k one time, now here's your main b*t*h back
Matte black on the Jeep, finna race in that
Got new Prada shoes, don't say no cast
That boy walked in on me f**king his b*t*h, guess I don't gotta say no cap
And I got new [?], I'ma sail on that
Got a b*t*h so wet, I'ma sail on that
Shoot 'em like Halo, get your brains blown back
Smoking on the pack and got a bankroll stack
but it's [?], yeah
You don't sip real lean, you a [?], yeah
Benihana leftovers, they a day old, yeah
With a foreign b*t*h counting pesos, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
With a foreign b*t*h counting up pesos, yeah
