GET CRAFTY Kenzo Balla (Ft. Bam Bam (USA), Nay Benz & Rayy Balla)

[Intro]
(It's so Crisp)
(Like what, ahh)
(Nvuss)
(Every opp shot, grah)
(Wow R1SS0 this too crazy)
(Like what, ahh)
(Every opp shot, ahhhh)

[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
Bitch, it's summer time, shit gettin' active
We outside, lotta bitches and ratchets
Ewie gon' pop out the cut, get to blastin’
Spot him a Jet, [?] then I’m crashin’
G on my hip, the fuck I look like passin’
I up the knock to see how they reactin’
Mdot, CJ, that's who I'm ashing
They mention these niggas, I'm not tryna pass it
I'm a Flocka if I start with attention
They in the park, we flockin’ up the benches
Tryna run, got a beam and extensions
Makks in the front, they blockin' off the exit
Dissin' on bros, them niggas got a death wish
GBG, we puttin' opps onto medics
He tried to flock, but I upped in a second
And it's fuck all the opps, no we never gon' dead it
We gon' do him like Yus, he a runner
[?] shots if i spot me a Gunna
When we outside, niggas duckin' for cover
Outside with two sticks on my body, no drummer
Think he tough ‘til the knock put him under
Head tap, neck shot, he can't recover
Free TG, Free Keemy, Free Duwop, Free Thunder
Free Flocka, free EBK, free all my brothers
I'm with Dyke we goin' back to back
Tryna catch us a double, leave him where he at
I'm with Rayy we goin' Makk to Makk
We gon' spin through the [?], tryna pack us a Hat
Pass it to Bam, he gon' up it and clap
5 Block, SB, DOA, bitch, we back
G2C lay him down like a mat
All the opps know my body, I been movin' tact
When we creep on the opps, it get nasty
On that block, too deep, get crafty
I go dumb on the opps with the jackie
Bro get to flockin’, hangin out the back seat
Fuck Rah, he got left in the taxi (Rah-Rah)
Every time an opp died, I was happy, (Grrt, like gang gang)
Kenzo the Balla, but I’m not a athlete (Delilah, Rah Rah)
Bitch I'm a Flocka, you don’t gotta ask me