Get It Crackin (feat. Situation Slim)

(Tr-Tra-Trap Money Biggie)

Go

18, ****, yeah

Go, Situation, Go

(Nyeahh)

Don’t hit my phone, im up in that car tryna creep

We done been on the West, we done been on the South, now we bout to go to Northeast (Nyeahh)

I ain’t got a car, I can do it on feet

We gon’ do lil bruh like we did _

Don’t hang out that window, go use your feet

I don’t call nobody, ****, it’s just me (Nyeahh)

I drop bombs on opp blocks

Rapping and Spinnin’, they know im the top opp (Boom)

How you speakin’ on us like you shot something’?

Go down the West, on the court, tryna get me some shots up (Nyeahh)

Tryna run up on me, better back up

If you think that im rapping, I promise I back up

All these bitches but ain’t never cracked nun

If I go broke? I ain’t trippin’, I know I can jack something

(Nyeahh)

And I don’t need no **** to save me

It’s just me and the Drac’ ‘bout to rock ‘em like babies

The trap be jumping like ‘80s

I’m with some ghost-face killers, Im riding with AC (Nyeahh)

Mhm, Bo Jackson, ****

Let’s get this shit crackin’ ****

Stop wearing that mask, you ain’t active, ****

We ain’t gon speak on Kass but you know what happened, **** (Nyeahh)

We ain’t gon speak on Kass but you know wassup

Grab that P, it’s that time to suit up

Ain’t gon speak on Blue got his ass torched up

Ain’t gon speak on Jerry got his ass switched up (Nyeahh)

When it come down to it, I’ma get in that car, I ain’t leaving to a **** ass stuck

**** had got in my way but they call me Bo Jackson so you know has ass got trucked

Bo Jackson, **** (Nyeahh)

Don’t hit my phone, im up in that car tryna creep

We done been on the West, we done been on the South, now we bout to go to Northeast (Nyeahh)

I ain’t got a car, I can do it on feet

We gon’ do lil bruh like we did _

Don’t hang out that window, go use your feet

I don’t call nobody, ****, it’s just me (Nyeahh)

I drop bombs on opp blocks

Rapping and Spinnin’, they know im the top opp

How you speakin’ on us like you shot something’?

Go down the West, on the court, tryna get me some shots up (Nyeahh)

Tryna run up on me, better back up

If you think that im rapping, I promise I back up

All these bitches but ain’t never cracked nun

If I go broke? I ain’t trippin’, I know I can jack something

(Nyeahh)

(Nyeahh)