Kumazis! - Crank! lyrics
[Kumazis! - Crank! lyrics]
Crank, crank, I'm running straight
To the bank, yeah
Balling like I'm in the paint, yeah
Shots to your head, what you think, yeah
Who gonna die today, yeah
Who gonna slide today, yeah
Shawty got mileage, aye, yeah
I had her down for them cakes, yeah
I'm with your bitch on a date, yeah
Presidential my plate
Stepping to me a mistake, aye
You niggas gone die today
I might just die today, okay
I know she got mileage, aye
We do not play, we not playing your games
And he talking all tough, but he got no aim
I'm aiming a beam at his head
It's a red dot
Talking tough, run up on us, you get headshot
Said he was hot, but that nigga a dead opp
Counting my racks, I don't stop
Choking these pussy niggas till they pop
She all on my dick she gone lean in and bop
I'm counting my racks nigga, I do not stop
Said that I run it nigga, I run the block
Said I don't ball nigga, pass the rock
I mix the rock in that pot
Rocking dior for the weekend
Get in the bed, we fuck on the weekend
Counting these racks nigga, I do not sleep in
Tweaking right off of the shrooms
I'm peaking steady count, I'm not sleeping
Said I'm not tough, then that nigga tweaking
Crank, crank crank, crank, huh
Crank, crank, yuh crank, crank, woo
Crank, crank, I'm running straight
To the bank, yeah
Balling like I'm in the paint, yeah
Shots to your head, what you think, yeah
Who gonna die today, yeah
Who gonna slide today, yeah
Shawty got mileage, aye, yeah
I had her down for them cakes, yeah
I'm with your bitch on a date, yeah
Presidential my plate
Stepping to me a mistake, aye
You niggas gone die today
I might just die today, okay
I know she got mileage, aye
We do not play, we not playing your games
And he talking all tough, but he got no aim
To the bank, yeah
Balling like I'm in the paint, yeah
Shots to your head, what you think, yeah
Who gonna die today, yeah
Who gonna slide today, yeah
Shawty got mileage, aye, yeah
I had her down for them cakes, yeah
I'm with your bitch on a date, yeah
Presidential my plate
Stepping to me a mistake, aye
You niggas gone die today
I might just die today, okay
I know she got mileage, aye
We do not play, we not playing your games
And he talking all tough, but he got no aim
I'm aiming a beam at his head
It's a red dot
Talking tough, run up on us, you get headshot
Said he was hot, but that nigga a dead opp
Counting my racks, I don't stop
Choking these pussy niggas till they pop
She all on my dick she gone lean in and bop
I'm counting my racks nigga, I do not stop
Said that I run it nigga, I run the block
Said I don't ball nigga, pass the rock
I mix the rock in that pot
Rocking dior for the weekend
Get in the bed, we fuck on the weekend
Counting these racks nigga, I do not sleep in
Tweaking right off of the shrooms
I'm peaking steady count, I'm not sleeping
Said I'm not tough, then that nigga tweaking
Crank, crank crank, crank, huh
Crank, crank, yuh crank, crank, woo
Crank, crank, I'm running straight
To the bank, yeah
Balling like I'm in the paint, yeah
Shots to your head, what you think, yeah
Who gonna die today, yeah
Who gonna slide today, yeah
Shawty got mileage, aye, yeah
I had her down for them cakes, yeah
I'm with your bitch on a date, yeah
Presidential my plate
Stepping to me a mistake, aye
You niggas gone die today
I might just die today, okay
I know she got mileage, aye
We do not play, we not playing your games
And he talking all tough, but he got no aim