GET CRAFTY lyrics

[Intro]
(It's so Crisp)
(Like what, ahh)
(Nvuss)
(Every opp shot, grah)
(Wow R1SS0 this too crazy)
(Like what, ahh)
(Every opp shot, ahhhh)

[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
b*tch, it's summer time, sh*t gettin' active
We outside, lotta b*tches and ratchets
Ewie gon' pop out the cut, get to blastin’
Spot him a Jet, [?] then I’m crashin’
G on my hip, the f*ck I look like passin’?
I up the knock to see how they reactin’
Mdot, CJ, that's who I'm ashin’
They mention these n*ggas, I'm not tryna pass it
I'm a Flocka if I start with attention
They in the park, we flockin’ up the benches
Tryna run, got a beam with extensions
Makks in the front, they blockin' off the exit
Dissin' on bros, them n*ggas got a death wish
GBG, we puttin' opps onto medics
He tried to flock, but I upped in a second
And it's f*ck all the opps, no we never gon' dead it
We gon' do him like Yus, he a runner
[?] shots if i spot me a Gunna
When we outside, n*ggas duckin' for cover
Outside with two sticks on my body, no drummer
Think he tough ‘til the knock put him under
Head tap, neck shot, he can't recover
Free TG, Free Keemy, Free Duwop, Free Thunder
Free Flocka, free EBK, free all my brothers
I'm with Dyke we goin' back to back
Tryna catch us a double, leave him where he at
I'm with Rayy we goin' Makk to Makk
We gon' spin through the [?], tryna pack us a Hat
Pass it to Bam, he gon' up it and clap
5 Block, SB, DOA, b*tch, we back
G2C lay him down like a mat
All the opps know my body, I been movin' tact
When we creep on the opps, it get nasty
On that block, too deep, get crafty
I go dumb on the opps with the jackie
Bro get to flockin’, hangin out the back seat
f*ck Rah, he got left in the taxi (Rah-Rah)
Every time an opp died, I was happy, (Grrt, like gang gang)
Kenzo the Balla, but I’m not a athlete (Delilah, Rah Rah)
b*tch I'm a Flocka, you don’t gotta ask me
[Verse 2: Bam Bam]
I got in my bag tryna lead the way
Been in the field, banging with the Apes
The opps tryna spin, so we gon’ play
We gon’ bend through the block with a 'rip and a [?]
Shots hit his car, [?]
I was locked in the cell, twenty-three in a day
RIP Nazzy, caught one for the gang
Sliding in the trenches, turn him on his face
Bam Mula season, baby, I’m a Ape
Chillin’ with some [?], Maybach to the Wraith
[?]
f*ckin' up the city, no time for the wait
Shordy gettin’ busy, [?]
Sippin' on Bacardi, [?]
pus*y gettin wet, I f*ck that on my sink
f*ckin' up the kitty, I love how it taste
Murder in my veins
Duckin' from the feds, dumpin’ on the [?]
Geekin' off the meds, the muddy I drink
Looking for his dreads, aiming where he think
Choppa got a [?], watch a f*ck n*gga blink
Bullets pass his head when I up it and [?]
Shordy say [?] every time that we link
Spinnin' through the opps every time that I drink
[?] but I bet you we [?]
[Verse 3: Rayy Balla]
f*ck the 'Gz, all them n*ggas is actors
Bro keep a pump like he struggle with asthma
Get up on him, like there go a rapper
Too many knocks around, b*tch I'm a factor
Bullets hit him, he stumbling backwards
He try to run, then we run up right after
Oh they linking up? No it don't matter
Greenbay, my n*ggas play for the packers
GB this, GB that, GB the reason your mans got clapped
None of these n*ggas ain’t never get back
Like, how many n*ggas got took off the map?
Opp thot, she let me smack
After that, you know I pass it to Makk
'Cuz you know it's no feelings attached
Spot me a Gz, then we doublin' back
L-Like what, there go a Hat
Watch we start clicking until he collapse
Lotta n*ggas got hit in they back
Leg, head, yeah that's a fact
Lotta n*ggas got poked
Lotti, Notti, G Pop, and that boy Matt
Lotta n*ggas got left in the whip
Rah, Mex, AJ crashed (Grah grah boom)

[Verse 4: Nay Benz]
30 start barking, turn him into [?]
If he say he shoot, then I'm letting my chop go
Bro get to dumpin' his chop like he Rondo
Drillin' in fashion, what happened to Honcho?
We was on the 'Hill, we was lookin for Benzo
Back out, creep, when we bend through the ends though
He bunny hop, he can meet where his friends go
I’m DoubleG K, when I spin, it's a [?]
Sha got shot, now he walk with a limp
Every trip I was on, I can merch n*ggas dip
I start rollin' up Notti, but that sh*t ain't hit
She start rollin' up Dotty, but that sh*t is [?]
Tryna hop out on Stunna
And I hope that he lack with DGunna
That's a Jet, then we puttin' him under
Run into Dthang, we make him a runner
Everywhere that I go, got my knock out
If I don't got the pole, he get knocked out
Oh, you droppin' the S? Tell 'em pop out
But he start runnin’ when I got my pipe out
Yavi was duckin his head, word to bro
[?]
Roy got shot, if you know then you know
Lemme run into Nesty, this .40 gon blow
I call up [?], my demon, a monster
Drippin in Amiri, I think that's a sponsor
Rah Rah, Zaza, sent to the doctor
Notti was dissin’, got took off the roster
I'm off the addy, I gotta stay focused
Not doing di*k on the block, gotta tote this
[?], my demons promote this
Rah in the air, who the f*ck tryna smoke this?
[Outro: Kenzo Balla]
(Ahh, every opp shot, everything dead)
(Like what)
(I got Nay with me)
(I got Rayy with me)
(I got Bam with me, like what, ahh)