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dcg brothers - crank dat lyrics

[intro: dcg bsavv]
yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep
uh, uh, uh+huh
look, uh, tell ’em to crank that
tell ’em to—, alright
yeah, yeah, uh, oh, look

[verse 1: dcg bsavv]
n+gga, i’m so hot right now, i’m fifty+five hundred degrees
as soon as i make me a step, it’s nothin’ but steppers and k!llers that follow my lead (never lied)
i’ve seen it all up in his eyes, that n+gga was shaking like trees when it’s following leaves (shakin’ like huh?)
as long as you got your gun, we gon’ have fun, you just gotta up in the seat (up that b+tch)
the last n+gga play with my guys, his ass got fried, we left his sh+t under thе seat
we scorin’ on sh+t like thе heat
i got in this whip and shot his b+tch ass through the seat (shot him, huh?)
i’m [?] how whenever i creep, pull up in a jeep and then pull off in a ski (i’m ski’d in this b+tch)
you know behind this b+tch, it’s just me and lee (what?), we roll him ’til this b+tch eat (b+tch gon’ what?)
don’t make me hop out of this b+tch on both of my feet and show you somethin’ more than a beat (more than a beat)
n+gga, all my sh+t hard, i slap so bad, i’m thinkin’ ’bout droppin’ some leaks (wow)
you gotta watch how you rockin’ with n+ggas, ’cause all of these n+ggas don’t rock like me (nah, they don’t)
i really was wonderin’ on my block with some older n+ggas that’ll put your ass six feet (put ya down)
this sh+t gettin’ gone however, we sellin’ whatever to n+ggas who think this cheap (think this cheap)
i don’t beef over all these beats, a n+gga hit me, i’m chargin’ ridiculous feats (n+gga, what?)
see, my opps so d+mn bogus, y’all do got a head, but they come shootin’ at feet (h+ll nah)
i been eatin’ so godd+mn good, my back got big, i don’t ever think it’s gon’ shrink
you lovin’ that ho and she f+ckin’ the guys, that pain is not for the weak (wow)
i got off my ass and ran up a bag, your broke ass can’t make a g (broke ass)
we rolled us a n+gga for speakin’ on lil’ homie, now the vic’ ain’t got no t++th (ain’t got no grill)
when i’m in the hood, i don’t really do much talk ’cause my opps right up the street
[interlude: dcg shun]
alright, for sure
big savv, these n+ggas be right up the street, we’ll walk ’em n+ggas
they right up—, we’ll walk ’em
let’s go, let’s—, let’s do it

[verse 2: dcg shun]
i’m scorin’ on n+ggas like td’s (yeah)
we spin n+ggas block like a cd (spin)
my fans keep tellin’ me drop, what y’all want? a body? or want a new ep? (scary)
i really been hangin’ with tg (woo)
they shootin’ at goofies like grigri (woo)
she wanna f+ck me and my b+tch, i declined that sh+t, hm, bd (b+tch)
i’m finna get to the bass, and we drink ’42, i don’t need no chaser (at all)
lil’ bro so high, he done popped four bars tryna use his phone, he don’t need no data (yeah)
i’ll get you slimed out, i’ll get you k!lled right now, i don’t need no paper (huh)
huh, you ridin’? be the key to my jeep (let’s ride)
opps hidin’, they the goal to my seek (hidin’)
when we slide, n+gga, push up your seat, i’ma stay up all night, get the lo’ and go creep (creep, creep)
right now, i’m finna lower my heat, when the bros outside, hit the h+rn, two beeps (beep, beep, beep)
ayy, we pressure
n+gga wanna tweak with the gang, we left him (left his ass)
i just caught me an opp at the bar, i’ma buy him a shot, then shoot up his tesla (grrah, grrah)
my shorty drink blood for breakfast (she do)
i’m feedin’ him money for dinner (lil’ bro)
i know i can count on shorty, if i send lil’ bro, you won’t see no spittle (yeah)
why the f+ck would i shoot out a rental? (yeah)
free thug, i’ma walk up and get him (yeah)
if i gave you some work, i’ma come and collect my sh+t like you one of my tenants (yeah)
the first body came off my mission (yeah)
you went viral off one of my mentions (yeah)
that b+tch cool that you with right now, but back in the day, she was one of my b+tches, n+gga
congrats, we made it
i spent a hundred, ain’t check my savings
she f+cked me and ain’t check my age, she ain’t never block me ’cause she checked my page (ha)
i know a b+tch with a big+ass back, she a big+ass liar, she snitched on bae (rat)
post your block, i’ma swing with drac’, keep postin’ that drac’, come swing your k (yeah, yeah)
he just bought him a car, he feelin’ today (what?)
he post it today, we gon’ steal it today (steal it)
i might just let him come get it today
we tryna go spin in it today, p+ssy
[outro: dcg shun]
lil’+ass boy
we tryna go—, tryna go spin
yeah, tryna go, oh, spin

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