YOUNG CRACKA lyrics

[Intro]
Is an introduction really necessary for someone we all know so well?

[Chorus]
Young Cracka and I'm back up in this b*tch, huh, huh
Put down the pencils and picked up a couple sticks, huh
'Cause I ain't go to jail, huh, that makes me a b*tch? (Okay)
Slipped through the cracks, my white skin must be the glitch

[Verse 1]
Uh-huh, went to text my girl, I almost hit my opps line (Duh)
Thought 'bout pus*y and he was the first to come to mind
Sent a booty call, I told him ''Slide for the night''
He came quick, but caught a clip instead of something white (Grrah)
He was a underground rapper, he secured his spot
My demon took his life and he was buried by my pops (Uh-huh)
And 12 is paid off, so if you call the f*ckin' cops
Ha, they gon' turn their body, cameras off

[Chorus]
Young Cracka and I'm back up in this b*tch, huh, huh (He back up in this b*tch)
Put down the pencils and picked up a couple sticks, huh
'Cause I ain't go to jail, huh, that makes me a b*tch? (Okay)
Slipped through the cracks, my white skin must be the glitch

[Verse 2]
Like, think you f*cked me over after I paid you in full? (Nah-uh)
Till I take your eyes out and f*ck the holes in your skull (Uh-uh-uh)
No moths in my closet, but got holes in my wool
'Cause I pop through my pocket and pretend it's all good, huh
I don't play games like the coach hate me
''f*ck you, pay me'', that's what I been on lately
Like I'm Ja with the heat 'cause I don't got no gun safety
I'm allowed to buy an AR in the A, it's f*ckin' crazy
Y'all the type to shoot in day and run on feet, huh
Me, my crime is organized to a T
YN's can't compete, boy, I'm a YC
Copped a mansion out in Buckhead, y'all know where to find me
Pops is a killer, word to Fivi, that's what he said
Think this gangsta sh*t a lie? f*ck 'round and see then
Why would I leak where I reside when they want me dead?
I hope they try, been fiending to up my street cred' (Bow)
[Chorus]
Young Cracka and I been started this sh*t (Been started this sh*t)
Put down the pencils and picked up a couple sticks
'Cause I ain't go to jail that makes me a b*tch? (Okay)
Slipped through the cracks, my white skin must be the glitch, ha (Yeah)