Jesus Crack Song Lyrics

Please don't harm this brother 'cause we love him
Yeah (whoa)
Nack Daily (yeah)
It's a daily thing (oh)
It's how we swing, yeah (oh)
Give me the crown, I'm named king, y'all (Griselda)
Ayo

Rocket Pack Nack damage is ambidex
Aerial attack amateurs asking questions (que paso?)
Nigga test me, bury ya in the back, bandages (piss you off)
Back hand slap a nigga, five finger sandwiches
Amethyst split your cap and the suede niggas had crack managers (crack)
Slang bangin' be like a throat full of cameras, yo (click, click, click)
Direction on the phone, can't handle the switch, code lingo (slang crazy)
Countin' the profit so when we broke, Domingo hoes will mingle
When niggas' bitches come in the Rolls like Bingo, make your toes tangle (Mami)

She just wanna have fun like Cyndi Lauper (word)
My Dominican plug lookin' at me like he gon' sing with choppers
Swing the vodka, bring the Wiz doctor (ad-libs)
Countin' up the profits so we can split proper (uh-huh)
Put the brick, fuck the kick-box shit, y'all out the movements (what?)
Always be in the quarters to the mathematic with lost principles
I'm makin' two out of one, decide, damn, look at y'all
You niggas talk a lot in your interviews
Recordin' giant squid tentacles (uh-huh)
Fuck talkin', I'm out here mixin' chemicals, yo

(Know what I mean?)
(That's how we do it, we official, my nigga)

Yeah, seven-five just kicked, make about a thousand (cheese, money)
Ayo, seven fives just kicked, make about a cutler base like Prada (uh-huh)

Rockin' shit, blast for a bass, made four shakes when you chase haters
Calm when you're out of touch spliff science (stupid)
Shit, every bomb I drop, it just stay atomic (boom)
Surviving later, be honest
You niggas better pray to Muhammad, play the game honest (watch yourself)
Harmless niggas seen me in the promises
Since elite could tell that the predator found his target
Shoot him while he makin' Salah (kill 'em)

Lay the eighty-five into your head, damn the carpets (blaow)
Niggas snitching to bring you down on charges (damn)
Walk around, limits is now mantras
Who made out the sharp, fade, dark winged up?
Money not thin, park the Benz (skrrt)
Ballin' with minimal top space, you wasn't with us