Crack - Duwap Kaine

Why don’t you say that? Just say that

Why don’t you say that? Just say that

Why don’t you buy Maybachs on Maybachs?

Come on, let’s fuck it up, we gon' get it back

Why don’t you say that? Just say that

Why don’t you say that? Just say that

Why don’t you buy Maybachs on Maybachs?

Come on, let’s fuck it up, we gon' get it back

Why don’t you go and fuck up Saks?

Why don’t you get a gun, go get a Mac (Why don’t you?)

Where the opps, where y’all niggas at? (Uh)

Big Glock, I’ma hit back (Trap music)

Trap music, nigga, fuck a hit track

If you said trap was dead, then I’m bringin' it back

I can’t ever be broke, I’ma run up that sack

Straight drop, that ain’t motherfuckin' crack

Yeah, man, that’s nothin' but facts

Yeah, and you know that, yeah

And no, it’s no more Act, yeah

Y’all can stop the act, uh

Drippin' hard, like yes, sir (Drippin')

Bullets, they spray like pepper

Hang around nothin' but steppers

Better be smart and clever

Don’t play that shit with me though

I ain’t finna fall, why you brought a leaf blower?

Shoot for no reason like I’m tryna get B-roll

I be high, niggas can’t be sober

All that shit y’all talkin', mediocre

Smokin' dope (Damn), look like okra (Damn)

Big ass Glock (Damn), pistol toter (Damn)

Designer shit (Go), Gosha (Go)

Trap, Motorola (Damn)

Chief Keef (Damn), not sober

Beamer car, no Range Rover

Your car slow, it got a strange motor

Niggas hatin', got a strange motive

And you broke as hell, why your house forclosure?

Bitches mad 'cause I ain’t get 'em Fashion Nova

I will never give a thot exposure

Diamonds bright and they look like they exploding (Damn)

Diamonds on my neck, I don’t got no choker

I got niggas in jail with they poker (Damn)

Chopper on me, nigga, super soaker

I got drums, nigga, I’m a composer (Nigga)

You a mark, nigga, you a poser

Chopper on me nigga, bulldozer

And them .223s make 'em flip over (That chopper, brrt)

Why don’t you say that? Just say that

Why don’t you say that? Just say that

Why don’t you buy Maybachs on Maybachs?

Come on, let’s fuck it up, we gon' get it back

Why don’t you say that? Just say that

Why don’t you say that? Just say that

Why don’t you buy Maybachs on Maybachs?

Come on, let’s fuck it up, we gon' get it back

Why don’t you go and fuck up Saks?

Why don’t you get a gun, go get a Mac (Why don’t you?)

Where the opps, where y’all niggas at? (Uh)

Big Glock, I’ma hit back (Trap music)

Trap music, nigga, fuck a hit track

If you said trap was dead, then I’m bringin' it back

I can’t ever be broke, I’ma run up that sack

Straight drop, that ain’t motherfuckin' crack