letra de crack(er) - $lim gucci & saliva grey
[verse 1: $lim gucci]
(yeah) uh
b-tch, i’m smoking up a sack of that major league
baby, i ain’t hearing a thing that you say to me
turn a b-tch into a meal then make her disappear
earhart, stunting out at dillard’s, like wahhhhh
got a remy right beside the sun
snorting up narcotics, dosing over prolly twice a month
ah, smoking a black and mild outside the clinic
sally in the civic trapping steady like we slow on business
bleh, all this dread, yeah, i feel like freddie
crash out in the levees, hear the parade and the confetti
uh-hu, rise sun, motherf-ckers know i’m by the bridge
lacе pills, still buy them b-tches, do em all, i ain’t got a rеason
like, uh, i do it all for the north, uh, i do it all for more, uh
my new youngin made him spin the block, olajuwon, uh
and my opp’s main b-tch, i might make her my new decor, uh
and i ain’t got no shame in it, my name got a lil game in it
[bridge]
think of richmond, virginia, and you may think
of a quiet southern city, unhurried and unbothered, but
richmond has one of the highest murder rates in the country
([?] f-ck the [?], you heard? what the f-ck we gon do?)
[verse 2: saliva grey]
i been on top and it’s evident
i don’t give f-ck bout your rhetoric
sick of these motherf-ckers
wanna bite my sh-t, they can’t be better than, uh
me on a bad day, my worse sh-t your best sh-t, uh
f-ck all that hearsay, ain’t heard sh-t from no peasant, uh
i’m finna pass the pack to $lim
throw off the glass and break the rim
break the b-tch, break the hoe
save the b-tching, i’ve heard it before
i’m finna drop the rock to gucci
talking that crock pot, not hooping
pack go hopscotch, we move it
eat go bye-bye, get popped
whole safe full of top shelf
need the pack, gon hit up my driver
hoe p-ss sally off, f-ck
i hit a b-tch, know she ain’t ronda
money older than madonna
way too faded like a barber
i ain’t saving no face, uh
all you get, a balaclava
walking around with them racks on me
i got them sh-lls and gas on me
you wanna bet? put a stack on it
motherf-cker so broke, everyday it’s a bad morning
ass open, get f-cked by the system
mister never get a b-tch, ay
but if you get a b-tch, i’ll get your b-tch, uh
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