[Intro: CrankShop]
Welcome to The-motherfuckin-CrankShop
Yeah
Yeah
[Chorus: CrankShop]
Ain't ridin’ like me, yeah
Nigga can't shine like me, yeah (Ohh-ohh-ohh)
I ain't worried ’bout nothin', nigga (Ohh-ohh-ohh)
Got my iron on me, yeah (Ohh)
Got the windows tinted up, bitch said she wanna fuck
And it's fine with me, yeah
Ain't throwin' no clocks away
Can't waste time on me, yeah (Yeah-ah)
Naw we ain't throwin' no Glocks away (Glocks away)
We ain’t fuckin’ no thots today (Thots today)
Might get shot for an opp today (Ohh)
Swing through your block today (Block today)
I need me a new rasta bae
Balenciaga, the socks the shades (Socks)
I'm in the kitchen with pots today (Ohh-ohh-ohh)
I might just drop off the top, ayy
[Verse 1: CrankShop]
See, I’m in the streets (In the streets)
Bitch I'm thuggin', you lookin' for me? (Me)
I want money, do somethin’ to me (To me)
Niggas bluffin', goofy, play with me (Play with me)
He get punished, that new AR-P (AR-P)
Hold a hunnid nigga, you can have it
If you really want it, get you twenty Ps (Oh no)
Like it's nothin', send the money
Trackin' number, package comin' (Yeah, yeah)
That Glock 30S (30S)
Packing thunder, bitch, I'm number one (Number one)
Like a stunner, catch me while I'm high (While I'm high)
Life is summer, givin' bitches pipe
I'm a plumber, get your baby mother (Oh no)
She a gunner, kickin' all this flavor (She a gunner)
Feelin' like a punter, I'ma see you later (Like a punter)
If it ain't about money catch me actin' dumb (Woo-ooh-ooh)
Like a dummy (Like a dummy)
These niggas act clueless (These niggas act clueless)
These bitches act stupid (These bitches act stupid)
I remember eatin' five dollar dinners (Five dollar dinners)
Now anigga at Ruth's Chris (Young nigga at Ruth's Chris)
I'ma ride through the block and I might see an opp
And a nigga might shoot shit (And a nigga might shoot shit)
I just made me a play, fifty K (Oh no, yeah)
Young nigga ain't even got proofs yet (Oh no)
Welcome to The-motherfuckin-CrankShop
Yeah
Yeah
[Chorus: CrankShop]
Ain't ridin’ like me, yeah
Nigga can't shine like me, yeah (Ohh-ohh-ohh)
I ain't worried ’bout nothin', nigga (Ohh-ohh-ohh)
Got my iron on me, yeah (Ohh)
Got the windows tinted up, bitch said she wanna fuck
And it's fine with me, yeah
Ain't throwin' no clocks away
Can't waste time on me, yeah (Yeah-ah)
Naw we ain't throwin' no Glocks away (Glocks away)
We ain’t fuckin’ no thots today (Thots today)
Might get shot for an opp today (Ohh)
Swing through your block today (Block today)
I need me a new rasta bae
Balenciaga, the socks the shades (Socks)
I'm in the kitchen with pots today (Ohh-ohh-ohh)
I might just drop off the top, ayy
[Verse 1: CrankShop]
See, I’m in the streets (In the streets)
Bitch I'm thuggin', you lookin' for me? (Me)
I want money, do somethin’ to me (To me)
Niggas bluffin', goofy, play with me (Play with me)
He get punished, that new AR-P (AR-P)
Hold a hunnid nigga, you can have it
If you really want it, get you twenty Ps (Oh no)
Like it's nothin', send the money
Trackin' number, package comin' (Yeah, yeah)
That Glock 30S (30S)
Packing thunder, bitch, I'm number one (Number one)
Like a stunner, catch me while I'm high (While I'm high)
Life is summer, givin' bitches pipe
I'm a plumber, get your baby mother (Oh no)
She a gunner, kickin' all this flavor (She a gunner)
Feelin' like a punter, I'ma see you later (Like a punter)
If it ain't about money catch me actin' dumb (Woo-ooh-ooh)
Like a dummy (Like a dummy)
These niggas act clueless (These niggas act clueless)
These bitches act stupid (These bitches act stupid)
I remember eatin' five dollar dinners (Five dollar dinners)
Now anigga at Ruth's Chris (Young nigga at Ruth's Chris)
I'ma ride through the block and I might see an opp
And a nigga might shoot shit (And a nigga might shoot shit)
I just made me a play, fifty K (Oh no, yeah)
Young nigga ain't even got proofs yet (Oh no)
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