Crack

[Intro: Fimiguerrero]
Hahaha
Hahaha
This that-
(Hoppin’ out my whip and I’m Parked Up)

[Chorus: Fimiguerrero]
If I can hop in a coupe, why would I have some beef for real?
Fimi, you leaving too soon (Soon)
Cause Fimi got money to see for real
Baby it look good on you (You)
[?]
[?] we got that juice
You cut in the bus or the Jeep
For real
Foot on the edge, yeah we push it [?]
We drive like its stolen, I kinda feel sick
[?] for me and my bitch
The three courser kick, man I feel like a brick
They got me feeling like rich
Your bitch is on crack, my n***a we geeked
We got that smoking boat
Ain’t no contest

[Verse 1: Fimiguerrero]
I make it rain when its sunny
Call me any name other than dumb
I got Rick on me, cause I look bummy
Imma hop in the A, causе I’m driving enough
Baddie bitch and she calling mе “Honey”
Imma smash and she nut it all out
I’m the top and they calling me Sully
Chip on me, what the fuck is a drought?
Hop on the beat, make it bop
Fucking your bitch, I might send me a blog
I’m spitting crack in the [?]
We could put your [?]
Your bitch wanna [?]
She ain’t love, ain’t know what it means
Bussed up, making up a spliff
They kick me off, they mad I’m him

[Chorus: Fimiguerrero & Len]
If I can hop in a coupe, why would I have some beef for real?
Fimi, you leaving too soon (Soon)
Cause Fimi got money to see for real
Baby it look good on you (You)
[?]
[?] we got that juice
You cut in the bus or the Jeep
For real
Foot on the edge, yeah we push it [?]
We drive like its stolen, I kinda feel sick
[?] for me and my bitch
The three courser kick, man I feel like a brick
They got me feeling like rich
Your bitch is on crack, my n***a we geeked
We got that smoking boat (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Ain’t no contest (Lehs go, lehs go, lehs go)

[Verse 2: Len]
Ay, ay
D.O.B, 22
Got your girl tryna see me too
Tryna [?], thats BBQ
I got her a cab, and leave with the crew
Jump in, jump out, Corbin Bleu, its rude
Came with one and left with three
Three on me like [?]
I look in the mirror when I wear a mask
Step in for the mission, I’m feeling like Master Chief
[?] Stoney, cargo [?]
Life is a bitch and my thumb in her arsehole
That n***a is Heskey, I feel like Ronaldo
Wrist on Katy Perry, wrist on Katy Perry
Yeah one on Lily Allen
You won’t get no love from me, lil baby [?]

[Chorus: Fimiguerrero]
If I can hop in a coupe, why would I have some beef for real?
Fimi, you leaving too soon (Soon)
Cause Fimi got money to see for real
Baby it look good on you (You)
[?]
[?] we got that juice
You cut in the bus or the Jeep
For real
Foot on the edge, yeah we push it [?]
We drive like its stolen, I kinda feel sick
[?] for me and my bitch
The three courser kick, man I feel like a brick
They got me feeling like rich
Your bitch is on crack, my n***a we geeked
We got that smoking boat
Ain’t no contest