Foolio, La Cracka - Get Down lyrics

Ha
Ay, La Cracka, what it do?
Wavy808, you crazy!
(Brr, bup bup bup) Uh

Booted out my body got me
Rollin' off these Percs
(Ha)
I'm tryna
(Brr, bup, bup) Put a nigga on a shirt (Uh)
Livin' with no limit's
Just like Master P and Turk
(Turk)
Like a long 9 to 5
We the ones who put in work
(Get down)
Kendre Alston died
The whole city they was hurt
(Dre)
Got my arm fuckin' crampin' 'cause
I let that .40 jerk
(Bup, bup)
Real gravedigger
We the ones put shit in the dirt
Last nigga dissed Lil' Bibby
He the one who got it worst
(Bibby)
Two things I ain't seen
A UFO and a bitch I need
(Facts)
I'll never fear a man
Niggas bleed just how I bleed
(No cap)
Opps be duckin' me, dodge, dodge
Watch 'em weavе
(Come here)
Likе a makeup artist
Shoot his face and left him beat
(Ha)
I'ma bounce out with this Glock and
Put a nigga on a tee
(bow, bow, bow, bow)
Ayy, whodie where you from?
'Round the corner
Call it smoke then
In the ocean with piranhas
With them sharks we be surfin'
(Ha)
He cut just like magnolia
Put a nigga on a shirt then
Can't beef wit' 1200, 'cuz them niggas
They be workin'
(12)
Can't go out like Ralph Dallas
'cuz that nigga there be twerkin'
(Hahaa)
It's all fun and games
'til yo whole family hurtin'
And now this shit over
'cuz the doctor closed the curtains
Sendin' shots out that big Bentley truck
(big Bentley truck)
Trigger happy
Say my name and I'll spark you up
(Bup bup, bup)
Dissin' in raps
But it's the wrong tree that you barkin' up
(Barkin' up)
Peroxide, alchohol, boy, I stay in the cut
(In the cut)
In and out the beef
Middleman playin' Double Dutch
(Double Dutch)
Just got the drop, we at his spot
You know we shot it up
(Shot it up)
2015, was on that lean, and was molly'd up
(Molly'd up)
And for Osama, boy
You know we got our bodies up
(Osama)
Nigga
In the big body truck (Big body truck)
I bring that pain, you say my name
You better duck
(Brr, bup)
Just caught him lackin', his face stupid
Now he stuck
(Now he stuck)
We in the club, I'm poppin' out
Let's send it up
(Let's send it up, nigga)
(On gang)

Get down (Get down)
Gon' head and diss, I bet yo mama frown
ARP up in this bitch, look wrong
I get to sprayin' rounds
(Boom boom boom boom)
Don't come this way, drivin' down ABlock
You get yo' car flipped
These choppa bullets, aim the
Stick right at him
Watch his body rip
(Watch it rip)
Dead niggas, smoke 'em every day
Do that shit for fun
You niggas stupid, still ain't learn
Don't leave the house without yo' gun
(Stupid nigga)
You niggas really broke, drop that bag
I come get the funds
(I'm gon' get it)
Better use yo' feet when you see me, boy
You better run
La Cracka Jack, ask the opps about me
I'm the fuckin' one
(I'm the one)
And what's-his name
(Yeah) he a bitch (Yeah) that's my
Fuckin' son (That's my son)
Got a brand new stolen car
And a brand new gun
On that Glock, that bitch go
(Grrrt) , now you can't see your son