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Crickets II Video (MV)




Performed By: Willie Faulk
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Dale Ferrell




Willie Faulk - Crickets II Lyrics
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Do what
What you say
Speak up
What you say
Yeah
Tell em I don't need my own security
I ain't the one to burden
At 230 you don't worry me
Bourbon on table
Got a purdy thing that's serving me
And I am running circles
Round your favorite rapper currently
It's all family no fans
I kept the mantra
You speaking say it proper
My temper from Wacka Flocka
Grew up way before the socials
Spent my time at the locker
Making out with the coaches daughter
Then write about whips and choppers
So I get it
I ain't had no business
Spitting game talking street
Difference is I grew up and these cats
Are the same age as me
Lesson here is only speak on
How you live and what you dream
If you keep the heater slanging dope
Then just keep them receipts
I keep it simple
See these acres ain't a rental
My son is ballin out
My baby playing on the kindle
The wifey got the juice
Throwing something in the skittle
So I can't hear them haters
Gotta open up the window and it's
All I hear is chirp chirp
I'm out in the trenches
Listen all I do is work work
Pull up on em skurt skurt
Tell 'em if you scared
Go to church church
Tryna get a verse
Get the merch first
Still hitting ill lyrics
Though it's not a meal ticket
Still kill it real limits
Me and you we built different
Misssissippi born and raised
County where they kill crickets
End up on a fishing line
Out in a field missin' I'm just playing
Ain't no stop signs no red lights
I'm on one
Don't pop none won't roll one
Still got dreams ain't sold none
Got day ones ain't ones
My grass cut no cobras
They like toss me one more life line
But I'm done with it it's over
They said pass me a feature
Look I'm happy to meet ya
So do you dabble or deeper
Cause I been blasting a speaker
And if you heard it's 100
It ain't just half of the meter
If you can't bring it without me
Then I won't act like you ether
It ain't no disrespect, let's connect
Rappers all on tik tok out here chasing checks
That's a bet
They just need a viral click so they obsess
And then they stress and disappear
And resurrect
But then they lose the relevance
And I forget what happens next
All I hear is chirp chirp
I'm out in the trenches
Listen all I do is work work
Pull up on em skurt skurt
Tell 'em if you scared
Go to church church
Tryna get a verse
Get the merch first
Do what
What you say
Speak up
What you say
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Do what
What you say
Speak up
What you say
Yeah
Tell em I don't need my own security
I ain't the one to burden
At 230 you don't worry me
Bourbon on table
Got a purdy thing that's serving me
And I am running circles
Round your favorite rapper currently
It's all family no fans
I kept the mantra
You speaking say it proper
My temper from Wacka Flocka
Grew up way before the socials
Spent my time at the locker
Making out with the coaches daughter
Then write about whips and choppers
So I get it
I ain't had no business
Spitting game talking street
Difference is I grew up and these cats
Are the same age as me
Lesson here is only speak on
How you live and what you dream
If you keep the heater slanging dope
Then just keep them receipts
I keep it simple
See these acres ain't a rental
My son is ballin out
My baby playing on the kindle
The wifey got the juice
Throwing something in the skittle
So I can't hear them haters
Gotta open up the window and it's
All I hear is chirp chirp
I'm out in the trenches
Listen all I do is work work
Pull up on em skurt skurt
Tell 'em if you scared
Go to church church
Tryna get a verse
Get the merch first
Still hitting ill lyrics
Though it's not a meal ticket
Still kill it real limits
Me and you we built different
Misssissippi born and raised
County where they kill crickets
End up on a fishing line
Out in a field missin' I'm just playing
Ain't no stop signs no red lights
I'm on one
Don't pop none won't roll one
Still got dreams ain't sold none
Got day ones ain't ones
My grass cut no cobras
They like toss me one more life line
But I'm done with it it's over
They said pass me a feature
Look I'm happy to meet ya
So do you dabble or deeper
Cause I been blasting a speaker
And if you heard it's 100
It ain't just half of the meter
If you can't bring it without me
Then I won't act like you ether
It ain't no disrespect, let's connect
Rappers all on tik tok out here chasing checks
That's a bet
They just need a viral click so they obsess
And then they stress and disappear
And resurrect
But then they lose the relevance
And I forget what happens next
All I hear is chirp chirp
I'm out in the trenches
Listen all I do is work work
Pull up on em skurt skurt
Tell 'em if you scared
Go to church church
Tryna get a verse
Get the merch first
Do what
What you say
Speak up
What you say
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Writer: Dale Ferrell
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