Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get It Crackin, artist - YBN Nahmir.
Date of issue: 25.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get It Crackin |
Pull up in that mansion, I’m tryna fuck you and yo' friends |
I know a lil' bitch that twerk and suck dick for them bands (For all them bands) |
She ask me can I cuff her? |
Lil' ho I can’t be your man |
(Bankroll got it) |
A hundred racks on my wrist lil' bitch, I’m a vigilante |
He flexin' chains and all that ice and shit, I’ma get him in (Ayy, ayy, ayy, |
ayy) |
I’m outside with them naughty Crips, blowin' like a fan |
Nigga play and I’m gon' kill his son, I’m with that extra shit |
Bitch I know I get the coochie wet when I hop put the Benz |
Still a janky-anky, I still blow up out that Benz (Brrra) |
That nigga got erased, we sent that nigga to that man (Seny that nigga to that |
man) |
Hella Glocks when we slide, I shoot some shit, then I repent (I shoot some shit |
then I repent) |
A couple opp niggas died, they homie dead, they still ain’t spin (Still ain’t |
spin) |
When the lil' homies ride, they face shottin', hittin' niggas |
I’m still ballin' like the Mavericks |
These pussy niggas hatin', wanna put me in that casket |
Four, five, bullets hit that nigga, like my niggas shootin' missiles (Brrra) |
Every time I’m on the track, I’m always spittin' gas (I'm always spittin' gas) |
Say if you really bangin' that, then we gon' smoke yo' ass (We gon' smoke yo' |
ass) |
(Get that nigga) |
Follow niggas to the crib, now we got that big stash (Brrra) |
I’m in that Bentley (Bitch), you still swervin' in that Pontiac (Pontiac) |
This nigga get back |
Hold my pants, steady saggin' 'cause this pistol in my pocket, nigga (Pistol in |
my pocket) |
It ain’t shit for me to grab the strap and really go and pop some niggas (Brrra) |
Bitch I’m tryna be lowkey, I’m still puttin' niggas six deep |
Pop a nigga, now he on that tee |
When the enemy slide, I peep it |
Bitch I wake up, get my dick sucked, then pass that ho to bro |
No I’m not fucking with these bitches, do some shit in front of that ho |
It’s high chances he might snitch on you |
Bitch I’m really active, through the set, but I ain’t no big homie |
(Bankroll) |
Bitch I get it crackin', do yo' set when I call my lil' homies |
Bitch I’m getting paid, that’s on the dead homies, you niggas not on shit |
I could pull up my bitch and now she suckin' dick and doin' tricks |
Keep that .40 on my hip, every time that lil' bitch do them splits |
When they tried to hit my crib, I up that AK like I’m Gucci Mane |
Pull up in that Range in all black, I bet I do my thang |
That nigga hit that diddy bop, when them bullets hit him from close range |
I see these niggas pussy, and how they playin', they need some Gatorade |
I put the 'Cat in fourth, with hella slores and now they ridin' with me |
Bitch we at the top, with all the mops, you know we pop niggas |
Bitch you live under a rock, that’s on the set, if you ain’t heard 'bout me |
My last name ain’t Cannon but I’m Nick so I be drummin' |
They try to play me in that dice, I had to shoot him and his cousin |
Pulled up on my friend, I might just fuck that nigga mother |
Every time I hit these bitches, they always sayin' «I'm they hubby» |
I ain’t playin' with these niggas, I up that blower, they actin' funny |