Get It Crackin

[Intro: Situation Slim]
(Tr-Tra-Trap Money Biggie)
Go
18, nigga, yeah
Go, Situation, Go
(Nyeahh)

[Chorus: Situation Slim]
Don’t hit my phone, im up in that car tryna creep
We done been on the West, we done been on the South, now we bout to go to Northeast (Nyeahh)
I ain’t got a car, I can do it on feet
We gon’ do lil bruh like we did _
Don’t hang out that window, go use your feet
I don’t call nobody, nigga, it’s just me (Nyeahh)
I drop bombs on opp blocks
Rapping and Spinnin’, they know im the top opp (Boom)
How you speakin’ on us like you shot something’?
Go down the West, on the court, tryna get me some shots up (Nyeahh)
Tryna run up on me, better back up
If you think that im rapping, I promise I back up
All these bitches but ain’t never cracked nun
If I go broke? I ain’t trippin’, I know I can jack something
(Nyeahh)

[Verse 1: Situation Slim]
And I don’t need no nigga to save me
It’s just me and the Drac’ ‘bout to rock ‘em like babies
The trap be jumping like ‘80s
I’m with some ghost-face killers, Im riding with AC (Nyeahh)

[Verse 2: AC640]
Mhm, Bo Jackson, nigga
Let’s get this shit crackin’ nigga
Stop wearing that mask, you ain’t active, nigga
We ain’t gon speak on Kass but you know what happened, nigga (Nyeahh)
We ain’t gon speak on Kass but you know wassup
Grab that P, it’s that time to suit up
Ain’t gon speak on Blue got his ass torched up
Ain’t gon speak on Jerry got his ass switched up (Nyeahh)
When it come down to it, I’ma get in that car, I ain’t leaving to a nigga ass stuck
Nigga had got in my way but they call me Bo Jackson so you know has ass got trucked
Bo Jackson, nigga (Nyeahh)

[Chorus: Situation Slim]
Don’t hit my phone, im up in that car tryna creep
We done been on the West, we done been on the South, now we bout to go to Northeast (Nyeahh)
I ain’t got a car, I can do it on feet
We gon’ do lil bruh like we did _
Don’t hang out that window, go use your feet
I don’t call nobody, nigga, it’s just me (Nyeahh)
I drop bombs on opp blocks
Rapping and Spinnin’, they know im the top opp
How you speakin’ on us like you shot something’?
Go down the West, on the court, tryna get me some shots up (Nyeahh)
Tryna run up on me, better back up
If you think that im rapping, I promise I back up
All these bitches but ain’t never cracked nun
If I go broke? I ain’t trippin’, I know I can jack something
(Nyeahh)

[Outro]
(Nyeahh)