Cheaddar Jack

[Intro]
Yuh
Crack Therapy
Yuh
Aye
Take two

[Chorus]
Go ahead get on the boot get nasty
New Breed Trapper, I ain't really into fashion
When you at the trap, calm down being ratchet
You makin' it hot, baby, I got the ratchet
This a crack house
This a crack house mansion
Crack Therapy, in the trap dirty dancing
I'm booted as fuck, baby, pardon my manners
I'm hungry as fuck, all I had was a sandwich
The streets raised me but I learned from my grandma
Real street nigga, still shy on camera
Hate talkin' on phones, hate bein' on cameras
Go get the sack, come back, make it vanish
Crack Therapy, this a crack house mansion
Walk in that bitch, start to dirty dancing
Streets raised me, baby, pardon my mannеrs
Used to have neck braids, now thеy can't stand me
Baby, you fine, you know you is
If you don't mind, do you got kids?

[Verse]
I sell crack, right where I live
Been in the trap since I was a kid
Crack Therapy, girl, that's all I know
She askin', "Who there?"
I'm like, "Girl, I don't know"
Phone go to ringing, then I gotta go
Crack Therapy, in the trap sellin' dope
Where I was raised, we ain't have no hope
Used to be dirty, now they say I'm the GOAT
Feel like Meech, all my life sold dope
Feel like Meech, never told on a soul
Look like Meech when I'm over the bowl
Feel like Southwest T when he came home
Feel like Boosie Boo when he came home
Auntie hit the work, thought Meech came home
New Breed Trapper, serve a bitch off the drone
New Breed Trapper, got three different phones
Crack Therapy, bitch, leave me alone
I get possessed when I'm over the stove
Yuh

[Chorus]
Go ahead get on the boot get nasty
New Breed Trapper, I ain't really into fashion
When you at the trap, calm down being ratchet
You makin' it hot, baby, I got the ratchet
This a crack house
This a crack house mansion
Crack Therapy, in the trap dirty dancing
I'm booted as fuck, baby, pardon my manners
I'm hungry as fuck, all I had was a sandwich
The streets raised me but I learned from my grandma
Real street nigga, still shy on camera
Hate talkin' on phones, hate bein' on cameras
Go get the sack, come back, make it vanish
Crack Therapy, this a crack house mansion
Walk in that bitch, start to dirty dancing
Streets raised me, baby, pardon my manners
Used to have neck braids, now they can't stand me
Baby, you fine, you know you is
If you don't mind, do you got kids?

[Outro]
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Aye, yuh
Crack Therapy 2