Crack Fimiguerrero (Ft. Len (UK))

[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 bitch
The three courser kick, man I feel like a brick
They got me feeling like rich
Your bitch 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 bitch 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 fuck is a drought?
Hop on the beat, make it bop
Fucking your bitch, I might send me a blog
I’m spitting crack in the [?]
You look like you're hitting the, rock
Your bitch 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