Crack music part two
(The circle)
Huh? Huh?
(Good lookin', Juan)
Huh?
Ah (huh?)
Crack music part two
(Phone bangin' right now)
Ayy, huh?

Young nigga, I done made some grown money off a junkie
I don't treat 'em like they heads
I treat 'em like they got some money
Nigga touch my custo, I'm slidin' for him like my brother
Shavin' grams, not my mama mama, I'm choppin' up butter

Free my lil' cousin, he just caught a bad motherfucker
Niggas always lookin' at you like a lick 'cause you a sucker
How the fuck you sneak dissin' me?
I'm 'posed to be your brother
Seen the closest niggas to me
turn to strippers for the money

Baby, I don't wan' nothin' from you, let my nigga
fuck or somethin'
All I know is if the money counter jam, keep on thumbin'
Ain't no crip, but if the opps send me the loc'
they know I'm comin'
I'm outside every day, when they see me
they know I'm thuggin'

Tryna make a hundred thousand every day, boy, I'm for real
Lil' bro don't give a fuck about no pape', he tryna kill
They gon' have to give me seven figures if I sign a deal
I'm a hustlin'-ass nigga, but my homeboy rob for real

Gotta sleep with your jewelry on, bitches tryna steal
I don't need to pop a pill to pop a nigga like a pill
They tryna hit lil' bro with life
I hope he get off on appeal
They caught my baby with the ice
I know he wish he took that deal

I'm in the field, mask on, throwin' bullets like lamar
I be high as hell and I'm fly as well, I'm a star
Ten mil', bullets big as hell, this bitch'll stop a car
Better stay up out my lil' nigga way, he pop that bar

Skilla versus state, I'm in court lookin' like a geek
Don't ever hire randall upshaw for your case
that nigga weak
Your real brothers is the niggas
you can call when shit get steep
Tied in from east to west, from 50 zone to atb

My nigga cousin on the other side, this city shit get deep
Pray these niggas come outside, man
that shit'd make my weak
My lil' cousin fuckin' on an opp nigga as we speak
I accept everything come with this shit, I'm in the streets

I got a lot of dead friends, shit be fuckin' with my head
I'm tryna stay away from beef
that shit be fuckin' up the bread
Man, I think I love this bitch
she got me cummin' off the head
Still a beast, when she text me, I'ma leave her ass on read

Don't apologize for disrespectin' me, enough was said
Catch a nigga in his 'hood and show him who really got pull
Get him pressed or get him dead, go to sleep
you made your bed
I can't believe they payin' me to rap
I used to serve the heads
Huh?

Crack music part two, nigga
Skilla, quit dancin', nigga
You make crack music, nigga, real street nigga
Huh?
Crack music part two, ah
(Push that shit out, skilla)