Get It Crackin

I'm in that Lamb' (swervin' in that Lamb') 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 She ask me, can I cuff her? Lil' hoe, I can't be your man (Bankroll Got It) A hundred racks on my wrist lil' bitch, I'm in Visionland He flexin' chains and all that ice and shit, I'ma get him in (ayy, ayy) I'm outside with them naughty Crips, blowin' like a fan (ayy, ayy) 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 out the Benz Still a janky-anky, I still blow up out that Benz That nigga got erased, we sent that nigga to that man Hella Glocks when we slide, I shoot some shit, then I repent A couple opp niggas died, they homie dead, they 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 (ayy, ayy) Like my niggas shootin' missiles Every time I'm on the track, I'm always spittin' gas Say if you really bangin' that, then we gon' smoke yo' ass Get that nigga, follow niggas to the crib, now we got that big stash I'm in that Bentley (bitch), you still swervin' in that Pontiac This nigga get back Hold my pants, steady saggin' 'cause this pistol in my pocket, nigga It ain't shit for me to grab the strap and really go and pop some niggas Bitch, I'm tryna be low-key, 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 hoe to bro No, I'm not fuckin' with these bitches, do some shit in front of that hoe It's high chances he might snitch on you Bitch, I'm really active, through the set, but I ain't no big homie (B-B-Bankroll Got It) 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