crackaTTAK47 - Glock and Spiel Lyrics

These here crackercrumbs bussin!
Dayton to the Natti we out here gettin' nasty
I don't even know what's goin' on anymore
I just gotta learn to shape it
I been waitin' tryna have some patience
Ya'll been snakin'
Gun ridin' on a statement
These the kinda times I gotta learn to shape it
Eastern standard fight taught that boy to shake 'em
Feelin' like my brain is breakin'
Got me going crazy
I ain't talkin' 'boutta mental health day
Ya'll just lazy
Imma tell that cracka go head and pay me
Shell it out
Puttit in my bank account
Write a check an' let it bounce
Askin' if you hittin' but I ain't hear a sound
That boy was straight ass concealin'
Lookin' like ya'll just Mary Kay dealin'
He just really undercover squealin'
Now I'm out here witta glock and I ain't spielen
Didn't know myself thought I'd be the one to back down
That cracka justa chicken chokin' on his own pound
I still ain't needa choppa
Beat his ass to a paste
Then I sold it back to my local Canes
Pulled up and brought yo ass sum shake
Why tha f*ck you bring sum mace?
Lucky guess I was aboutta f*ck yo face
Sucky sucky good thing I stuck around
I ain't a brat but I'm aboutta shut 'em down
Jit thinkin' you slick
Imma tighten up the slip
Tellin' me you strap up, bitch
Imma getta hoppin' out tha whip
I was born loaded up witta fist, whatchu think about this?
Spice bitin' in my eye but I'm f*ckin' up ya lick
5-1-3 to tha 9-3-7 f*ck you an yo crackhead shit
That boy was straight ass concealin'
Lookin' like ya'll just Mary Kay dealin'
He just really undercover squealin'
Now I'm out here witta glock and I ain't spielen
I still ain't needa choppa beat his ass to a paste
Then I sold it back to my local Canes
Why the f*ck you bring sum mace?
Lucky guess I was aboutta f*ck yo face
Spice bitin' in my eye but I'm f*ckin' up ya lick
5-1-3 to tha 9-3-7 f*ck you an' yo crackhead shit