KRANKK

[Chorus]
I do dope not dank
This that krankk
Wet that bit like sank (sink)
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This that krankk
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[Verse 1]
Choppa sing like it's Lauren Hill
Niggas sweet as the fuck sippin syrup still
Bitch I ball like im Dwight
You ain't hype you just type
Money and top only things that I like

Feel like I'm uzi, I'm breakin the bank, right
It can't fit in my pocket my jeans tight
Uh, I'm in her walls like a night light
Swerve the street duckin 12 every Stoplight

Flick my wrist
Drag and click
Tap his head
I dont miss

She plead to fukk
But I'm pleadin the Fifth

Hollow tips, make him sit
Make him float like a fish
Lay him dead on the 1st
Make his wake on the 6th

Make him shit, puke, and piss inna body bag
He from hell? Send em back we ain't havin that!
He a bitch he won't battle back
Stupid slut on my nuts ride my dick like its saddleback

[ verse 2]
Ay
He rot and lessen, he down like depression
Don't gotta ask bitch its in my possession

Slit him in sections and bury him second
This stick in my hand let me teach you a lesson

Smoke up ya session and leave an impression
He vocal compress him, we dont do confessions!
Shoot in succession, we send em to heaven
She a 10, slide @ 9 then I'm gone by 11

Yuh
BITCH
YEAH YEAH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H

[Chorus]
I do dope not dank
This that krankk
Wet that bit like sank (sink)
Like, like, like

I do dope not dank
This that krankk
Wet that bit like sank (sink)