Crackdown

[Hook]
Smoking big blunts, feel like Crackdown
Call yo bitch, I’m in the background
Tryna act tough, you better back down
Beat the pussy uh, call it SmackDown!
Smoking big blunts, feel like Crackdown
Call yo bitch, I’m in the background
Tryna act tough, you better back down
Beat the pussy uh, call it SmackDown!

[Verse]
It’s just a flesh wound, cryin like he bleeding out
Showing fear, so da choppa gunna eat him now
Smoking loud, and feeling wavy onna cloud
Load another round, nobody gon make a sound
I tote my stick, I load a clip, my bitches thick, ride foreign whips
I’m smoking zips, off drugs I trip, make bitches strip, can’t steal my drip
If you wanna buy something, hit my cashapp
Say you smoking on exotic, that’s some big cap
When I pull up on the scene, I got the big strap
Then you getting torn apart, like some gift wrap
I ain’t with the small talk, fuck da chit chat
Know I’m fucking on your hoe, where’s thе bitch at
You know shawty playing games, where thе switch at
Baby Im like Agent Smith, where the glitch at?

[Hook]
Smoking big blunts, feel like Crackdown
Call yo bitch, I’m in the background
Tryna act tough, you better back down
Beat the pussy uh, call it SmackDown!
Smoking big blunts, feel like Crackdown
Call yo bitch, I’m in the background
Tryna act tough, you better back down
Beat the pussy uh, call it SmackDown!