Whats Krakin

[Hook]
B3 raise the murder rate
I got your kids driving stolen cars on top the interstate
Bad bitch she gone fuck and give me face, I won't pay for her lace
The jakey's got behind me I ain't stop I took 'em on a race
I think niggas mad I took they bae they waitin' for that day
To catch lil biggie lackin' like what's krakkin then they blast away
My piru cousin yellin'out "what's brakkin" bitch don't come this way
I gotta fuck but I will not take her on dates, and I gotta gun bitch you better get out my face

[Verse 1]
I'm in swervoland like i'm the man come check mе 'bout that shit
She suck my dick and i guess that he mad hе steppin' bout that bitch
Posted up we used to hit them licks was steppin' as a jhit
I heard these niggas talkin' on my gang we pop out spin the bin
Oh he not dead? Well we gone spin again, pop out, shoot at him
We shoot at legs, or we gone shoot at ribs, we go limb for limb
B3 Mackaveli bitch i'm ballin' I go above the rim
This for my nigga's trappin' out the bando, serving grams for 10

[Hook]
B3 raise the murder rate
I got your kids driving stolen cars on top the interstate
Bad bitch she gone fuck and give me face, I won't pay for her lace
The jakey's got behind me I ain't stop I took 'em on a race
I think niggas mad I took they bae they waitin' for that day
To catch lil biggie lackin' like what's krakkin then they blast away
My piru cousin yellin'out "what's brakkin" bitch don't come this way
I gotta fuck but I will not take her on dates, and I gotta gun bitch you better get out my face

[Verse 2]
These bitches lame as fuck so why the fuck they claiming us
TTB bitch i'm trained to bust
Smoking on gas this ain't angel dust
Smoking a backwood full of the Runtz
These niggas they know what's up, they don't want no smoke with us
I really don't give a fuck 'bout you and yo crew çuz I will turn y'all into dust
This bitch say she wanna fuck until I put this dick in her and it's touching her gut
I really don't know the hoe so she gotta go once young nigga catch his nut
He say he a stepper, that nigga a bitch, he not really gangster that boy not on shit
Cova told me I need to switch my flow up, so when the hook come back i'm singing this shit

[Hook]
B3 raise the murder rate
I got your kids driving stolen cars on top the interstate
Bad bitch she gone fuck and give me face, I won't pay for her lace
The jakey's got behind me I ain't stop I took 'em on a race
I think niggas mad I took they bae they waitin' for that day
To catch lil biggie lackin' like what's krakkin then they blast away
My piru cousin yellin'out "what's brakkin" bitch don't come this way
I gotta fuck but I will not take her on dates, and I gotta gun bitch you better get out my face