Crack ah Joke, Pt. 2 (feat. Verde Babii)

If a nigga crack ah joke, I'ma crack ah nigga face Free the real thuggas and killas up out that cage Used to be on food stamps, but now I'm ballin' everyday Niggas mad that I'm eatin' when there ain't shit up on your plate I wake up and it's a blessing, my Glock preachin' like the reverend Thought he was a shooter, but his ass ain't really steppin Could've died, but I didn't, so I wake up and count my blessings, nigga Ayy, so I wake up and count my blessings Yo cliques full of snitches, faggots and bitches Nigga, this ain't Twitter, better keep me out your mentions Don't say you wanna funk cause we get straight up to that business Brodie think that he a thug, but his ass is out here snitchin How that work though Caught a sucka slippin' at the light and now he touch n go Touchin' so much bread, you'd think a nigga workin' bimbo Mama knew I'd be a problem, she was right, I been baggin hoes She said she wanna have my baby, bitch you silly hoe Niggas laughin' bout my brother, but they brother dead too Throw that sucker shit up, we could send you with your mans too Everybody screamin' gang, till a nigga hit the room Scores been up, we been sweepin' like a broom Said he wanna be the man, but we made his ass a man Put him on the news and now he got a bunch of fans Still tipped that nigga bucket, but it ain't go it was planned nigga Ayy Said it didn't go, how it was planned If a nigga crack ah joke, I'ma crack ah nigga face Free the real thuggas, the killas up out that cage Used to be on food stamps, but now I'm ballin' everyday Niggas mad that I'm eatin', when there ain't shit up on your plate, bitch I wake up and it's a blessing, my Glock preachin' like the reverend Thought he was a shooter, but his ass ain't really steppin Could've died, but I didn't, so wake up and count my blessings, nigga Ayy, so I wake up and count my blessings Ayy, let a nigga crack ah joke, we gon' crack his face Crazy how a nigga made it rappin, I was fighting cases Lil bro was a stepper, but tripped up, he ain't tie his laces Damn, now he facing a L Sucka niggas don't never use they gun, they leave em on the shelf I'll do the skit by myself, don't need no one else Would've took the boys onna chase, but wasn't behind the wheel Police pulled us over, had about a hundred fifty shills Ayy, one hundred fifty shells, police pulled is over Had about a hundred fifty shills Nigga Ayy, every time we, spin one of they blocks, them niggas crying for help Nigga ayy Big 2-4 shit, nigga, you know the Verde Matter If a nigga crack ah joke, I'ma crack ah nigga face Free the real thuggas and killas up out that cage Used to be on food stamps, but now I'm ballin' everyday You niggas mad that I'm eatin' when ain't shit up on your plate, bitch I wake up and it's a blessing, my Glock preachin' like the reverend Thought he was a shooter, but his ass ain't really steppin Could've died, but I didn't, so wake up and count my blessings, nigga Ayy, so I wake up and count my blessings Ayy, crack a joke and I'ma crack his face Crack ah joke and I'ma crack his face Let a nigga talk shit and I'ma make his day Crack ah joke and I'ma crack his face, bitch Cello 17 Northeast 80220 to code 209 to da 303 BITCH