CTN JJ PETE - Crank That (Remix)

Naw, they don't want what I'm bringing
Bend through wit the glock and it's steamin
Me and glockiana double teamin, press up on me then you gettin pushed back
If you not loyal don't give me no dap
Everything dead when I'm not in the mood
Told Brody don't mess up my rhythm and groove
I'm in that mode and I'm ready ta shoot
Eyes on my target he don't even know
Punch ta the face I knock him off his feet
He tried ta play tuff and got pressed on glue
Like naw I ain't goin fa that,
Disrespect me you get beat wit the strap
She wanna cuddle the knock on my lap
Gotta move tact so I'm pushin that peace, but if he want smoke, I could give it fa free
Thinkin I'm soft get reality checked
I'm not the best but she call me the best
Don't got the pistol get stabbed in yo chest
Don't play tuff and get laid down ta rest
I promise you bro that's something you'll regret
Everyone hot, but I play it cool so when I get em they won't think that it's me
Get down low when I spot me the D'S
Go pop, pop, pop, when I spot me a opp
Pull up the ski like I'm pose to cause yk that I'm antisocial
Bro made em disconnect just like the internet
Talkin on me, but we know you don't get bands
Imma righty, but I flick with my left hand
Use my dominant hand when I'm thumbing the cash
Taught that boy physics, he thought he was fast
Burdd, huh, that's the sound of my gun
Chop made em blind like the solar eclipse
He threw 6 I gotta double up
Sent out like 12 eleven hit his gut
his best friend caught a stray one ta the head
I be the one who be flockin fa fun
Tryna run up on yo dolley you done
2 hands on my G imma make sure he flee
Wake up make bands then I gotta repeat
Boy how you bummy but Talkin on me
My choppa act gay cause it love ta hunt guys
Why is you dissin you can't show a dime
You gotta go put in the work and the time
Caught me lackin I dump what I got
My middle name Stephen I'm shootin from 3
I'm finna explode I ain't talkin Grenade
I get all the guys we gon stomp you parade
He wanna be me like no masquerade
Slap on my mask now I'm ready ta purge
Huh!
I'm finna send em wit birds
Like huh, do you hear what I hear?
Shot em so quick that he couldn't react
I ain't no killer I say what I want
Bend through bully him wit the pole
Why he runnin I ain't show the G
Big chop spray em down like frabreeze
Imma do what I want and please
Leave me alone I'm rockin to this beat
Brody layed up on the opps like O
He tryna run up, I up it then blow
I'm suited up and I'm ready ta go
Call up my ooters they surge through the snow
They ready know what I do on the low
Crank that Soulja Boy, boy like O
She tryna chill wit Pete and the bros
Shot to his torso his body exposed
Ight bet that's how we gon get?
Brody what, Who did you touch?
I'm the fella that's coming in clutch
Sayin you got it but we know you don't
I'm a show stopper I ride wit the pole
Say I can't fight but I know how ta throw
Call up my Asian lil body big bro
Give em the beats and I ain't Talkin dre
She don't want me cause she just want the fame
Geek on this beat now you know it's a hit
Why would I cap, when I know I'm the shit
Take a step back when you speakin bout me
Feel like goku when I extend the pole
Sayin it's smoke but ain't no one outside
If y'all tryna pull a stunt then somebody gon die
Told brodie don't tweak, just hop out the ride
She feelin thick she get shot in her thighs
Hop out the V wit the drake, like surprise
Spot us a opp compress him like a vocal
Flaten his body, now he look like an oval
Sayin you Mr. shot after shot, so why you ain't dump when I came to your block?
Punch in for the smoke now I feel like a clock
My hands really work no need for a glock

Written by:
Jahsani Peters

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