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Past 7 Days
CRACCED was discovered most frequently at around 30 seconds into the song during the past week

Lyrics

[Intro]
Let me tell y'all somethin'
I don't play about BigXthaPlug on no day that end in Y
And y'all know what that mean
BandPlay
Aye, let that shit ride, Tone
[Verse 1]
Aye
See, these **** can't crack it like me
When I crack it, you see this shit hit hard, it come a lil' different
I come from the bottom, that's me with them robbers
With Big with a ski, tryna teach you a lesson
My bank seein' them commas, it lit, been collectin' this green
This big **** like salad with dressin'
Your BM, she on me, she like how I'm dressin'
She do what I say, get a flight and a blessin'
Since a kid, been the king of finessin'
Don't know if it's dirty South ways or just Texas
My cup, it stay dirty, can't have it, I'm selfish
Done rocked every stage 'round the world, feel like Elvis
Love to hit from the back, better clap when I nail it
I won't fuck on a bitch if I smell it
Get 'bows through the air, if you need it, we mail it
He just threw back a Perc', he been itchin' since 7
My partner, he play with my pape', then I'm Melly
Anything on this Earth, I can sell it
No cap, I can really sell water to whales
Really him, I was sellin' that salt to them snails
Got a hold of them rocks, I was rollin' like hell
Before rap, trap was boomin' as well
Let me chill 'cause these ****'ll tell
I get locked up again, bitch, I'm buyin' the jail
[Chorus]
"X, you ain't cracked it enough"
Took a Addy, I'm obviously up, huh
Yeah, they can do what they do
But I promise them **** can't do it like us
Get hung for callin' my bluff
Big-ass pointers, they cold to the touch
Got 600 backin' me up, huh
"X, you ain't cracked it enough" (Huh)
[Verse 2]
"Man, BigX just a rapper for real, he ain't been in that field"
Well, come try me, my ****, I'm ready
You come to this door if you want, better go in your trunk
'Cause in this bitch, we strapped with them weapons
We ain't even gon' do him bad, put a few in his ass
Since he went, chop his hands with machete
"Say, X, what you on? You been talkin' 'bout crazy-ass shit"
In my head, bitch, I'm livin' like Belly
I'm a don in the streets
Boy, these peons ain't botherin' me
Better chill 'fore I get his ass booked for a fee
Get him robbed, make him stay off the 'net for some weeks
"X, you cracked it enough," no, I ain't
"X, you gotta just chill on them, cuz," bitch, I can't
I was sittin' back chillin', they spoke on my name
I'm the biggest, these **** can't fuck with the frame, aye
[Chorus]
"X, you ain't cracked it enough"
Took a Addy, I'm obviously up, huh
Yeah, they can do what they do
But I promise them **** can't do it like us
Get hung for callin' my bluff
Big-ass pointers, they cold to the touch
Got 600 backin' me up, huh
"X, you ain't cracked it enough"
Written by: Krishon Gaines, Tony Coles Anderson, Xavier Landum

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