Crack lyrics

[Intro: Fimiguerrero]
Hahaha
Hahaha
This that-
(Hoppin’ out my whip and I’m Parked Up)

[Chorus: Fimiguerrero]
If I can hop in a coupe, why would I have some beef for real?
Fimi, you leaving too soon (Soon)
Cause Fimi got money to see for real
Baby it look good on you (You)
[?]
[?] we got that juice
You cut in the bus or the Jeep
For real
Foot on the edge, yeah we push it [?]
We drive like its stolen, I kinda feel sick
[?] for me and my b*tch
The three courser kick, man I feel like a brick
They got me feeling like rich
Your b*tch is on crack, my n***a we geeked
We got that smoke in bulk
Ain’t no contest

[Verse 1: Fimiguerrero]
I make it rain when its sunny
Call me any name other than dumb
I got Rick on me, course I look bummy
Imma hop in thе A, cause I’m driving enough
Baddie b*tch and shе calling me “Honey”
Imma smash and she nut it all out
I’m the top and they calling me Sully
Chip on me, what the f*ck is a drought?
Hop on the beat, make it bop
f*cking your b*tch, I might send me a blog
I’m spitting crack in the [?]
You look like you're hitting the, rock
Your b*tch on me might want a drink
She ain’t love, ain’t know what it means
Bussed up, making up a spliff
They kick me off, they mad I’m him
[Chorus: Fimiguerrero & Len]
If I can hop in a coupe, why would I have some beef for real?
Fimi, you leaving too soon (Soon)
Cause Fimi got money to see for real
Baby it look good on you (You)
[?]
[?] we got that juice
You cut in the bus or the Jeep
For real
Foot on the edge, yeah we push it [?]
We drive like its stolen, I kinda feel sick
[?] for me and my b*tch
The three courser kick, man I feel like a brick
They got me feeling like rich
Your b*tch is on crack, my n***a we geeked
We got that smoking boat (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Ain’t no contest (Lehs go, lehs go, lehs go)

[Verse 2: Len]
Ay, ay
D.O.B, 22
Got your girl tryna see me too
Tryna handle my meat, thats BBQ
I got her a cab, and leave with the crew
Jump in, jump out, Corbin Bleu, its rude
Came with one and left with three
Three on me like [?]
I look in the mirror when I wear a mask
Step in for the mission, I’m feeling like Master Chief
[?] Stoney, cargo [?]
Life is a b*tch and my thumb in her arsehole
That n***a is Heskey, I feel like Ronaldo
Wrist on Katy Perry, wrist on Katy Perry
Yeah one on Lily Allen
You won’t get no love from me, lil baby [?]
[Chorus: Fimiguerrero]
If I can hop in a coupe, why would I have some beef for real?
Fimi, you leaving too soon (Soon)
Cause Fimi got money to see for real
Baby it look good on you (You)
[?]
[?] we got that juice
You cut in the bus or the Jeep
For real
Foot on the edge, yeah we push it [?]
We drive like its stolen, I kinda feel sick
[?] for me and my b*tch
The three courser kick, man I feel like a brick
They got me feeling like rich
Your b*tch is on crack, my n***a we geeked
We got that smoking boat
Ain’t no contest