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crack flow//
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crack flow// è stato pubblicato il 14 aprile 2025 da Maddox Music come parte dell'album EVERYTHING
Released14 aprile 2025
EtichettaMaddox Music
LinguaEnglish
BPM83
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

Shawty tweakin, geeked out in that Range Rover
I ain't tweakin, all we care about is that change homie
Balencis on me, please don't spill no lean on em
Got my team on, buzzin' like a ringtone
This Big Pharma in my cup, this ain't Keystone
Shawty hang around with us so much, she know the lingo
She just lined it up five in a row, what is it, bingo?
Walk in with fiveK and then I walk out with a mink on
Racks on me, cash on me, brand new Louis bag, just got it off the rack, homie
Shawty, I ain't get rich for no reason, throw that ass on me
And do yo thang for me, fuck it, do yo dance on me
I'm on the wave, now I'm tellin' y'all to catch up
My pocketas full of all that cheese, but this ain't feta
Got my foot all on the gas and I won't let up
And if you think you nice as me, then homie, step up
I'm tellin' you, pounds look like ounces to me
Now I run it
I remember I was walkin' through the grease
Now I walk into my garage and I just pick it out the fleet
I don't check the prices, swipe it, all this money obsolete
All your money make believe, cappin' for real
You can't take excuses to the bank and cash 'em for real
They been sleepin' on me nappin' I been snappin' for real
Baby, wake up, we be on the road to makin' mils
I get so damn high, I might never land
Fuck with me, I stay with the motion like the running man
Buck 50 just on the deposit, that's a lotta bands
I make her come for me
Now she want to me stay like I ain't got no plans
Woah
Shawty, hit the floor
Shawty, do your thing
Drop it real low
Shawty, touch your toes
Do it for the G.O.A.T
Do it for me, baby, like you never did before
Whoa
I just popped a jimmy just to blast off
Fuck her like a ragdoll
This that crack flow, how you make a rack dawg
Lappin' all my competition, hit the gas on em
That lil hoe ain't tryna mop me up, then, pfft
I'ma pass dawg
Brody keep a heater on his waist like a lap dog
Thinkin' I ain't past y'all, must be smokin' bath salts
I freestyle, but my style ain't free
You gotta purchase in order for me to murder a beat
I keep some currency with me
I know that y'all ain't seen
I know you out your league
Y'all ain't me
Ridin' round the bitch with some gas, but the windows tinted
I know I'm wildin' out
Know I shouldn't be drivin' when them pills hittin
I'm a cash cow
Money comin' in like I'm a bill printer
She got her ass out
Shawty on my body cause I'm built different
Written by: Dylan Gilfilian
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