chief keef – itz crakin’ lyrics
[intro]
(bang) i was chillin’, smokin’ loud
she like, “ain’t you chief keef?
yeah, the famous chief keef!”
(bang) sosa, o’block
bang, bang
bang-bang
bang, bang
gbe, otf
[verse 1]
i was chillin’, smokin’ loud
she like, “ain’t you chief keef?
yeah, the famous chief keef!”
and now she wanna freak me
but she already know, she gotta do the team (the team)
yeah, yeah, the… (the team) the team
yeah, yeah, the… (the team) the team
i’m all about my green
makin’ stupid horror scenes
reese money, where that 30
.50 cal go with that beam
i got a lotta hitters, n-gga, you not anything
run a b-tch that you love and leave her with a dream
b-tch n-gga, it’s crackin’
get off the porch, no lackin’
ride on you, slide the doors back
like applause, n-gga, we clappin’
we take what you taxin’
split it even like magic
fredo? he in the cut
make it very scary like freddy
[hook]
you sneak dissin’, what’s hannin’?
them guns split you, it’s crackin’
2-4, no stackin’
ridin’ ’round with them ratchets
you want it? i got it
b-tch n-gga, it’s crackin’
otf in the party
b-tch n-gga, it’s crackin’
b-tch n-gga, it’s crackin’ (bang)
b-tch n-gga, it’s crackin’ (bang-bang)
you ain’t ’bout that action!
b-tch n-gga, it’s crackin’
b-tch n-gga, it’s crackin’
b-tch n-gga, it’s crackin’
when them bullets flyin’ at ya…
b-tch n-gga, it’s crackin’
[verse 2]
it’s crackin’, it’s crackin’
for fredo, i’m crackin’
for reese money, i’m crackin’
keep ya eyes open, no lackin’
have 600 come clap ya
bullets come tackle
bullets bouncin’ like rabbits
like i said, n-gga, it’s crackin’
one in the head, clip in my pocket
and you know it’s a thirty
some pop off of that clip
and then cl!ck-clack, then bernie
goes the mac, n-gga, hollows fat, n-gga
rippin’ through godzilla’s back, n-gga
have ya b-tch suck my d-ck, n-gga
let her hit that loud pack, n-gga
big e, n-gga, he gon’ let it blow
e dog gon’ let it blow
when sh-t get so technical, we erase n-ggas like schedules
o’block just to let you know
keta world just to let you know
r.i.p. to lil moe, that’s why if i die, i got’s to go
[hook]
you sneak dissin’, what’s hannin’?
them guns split you, it’s crackin’
2-4, no stackin’
ridin’ ’round with them ratchets
you want it? i got it
b-tch n-gga, it’s crackin’
otf in the party
b-tch n-gga, it’s crackin’
b-tch n-gga, it’s crackin’ (bang)
b-tch n-gga, it’s crackin’ (bang-bang)
you ain’t ’bout that action!
b-tch n-gga, it’s crackin’
b-tch n-gga, it’s crackin’
b-tch n-gga, it’s crackin’
when them bullets flyin’ at ya…
b-tch n-gga, it’s crackin’
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