Finito

[Intro]

Heatmakerz, Crack Music

[Verse 1: Jim Jonees]

This the tapdance kid, like [?] Glover

Moonwalk on that coke, when I play with that butter

From that New Jack City, where they spraying like [?]

All you hear is click clack, click clack, like the [?] got a studder

Keep playing little nigga, I'll have them spin the block, shorty

Oh, you think that I'm bluffing? I'll have them spin the block sharply

I stand tall on myethics, I don't think you should sharp me

I'm rocking spikes [?] having drinks on the floor seats

There's not too many left, could've [?] my past

Right now it's only Double R's, and any ghost of my past

I'm a prodict of gang banging, and selling coke for the cash

You have to know the defenition of a sociopath

Wе was tryna eat [?] you supposed to fast

Right now, pay attention, 'causе [?] class

What happen [?]

'Cause these thoughts right now, run around just like [?] piranhas

[Verse 2: Fred the Godson]

[?] exclusive

Trap house, coke in the place you get smoked, all inclusive

Just to think, we was broke, even more elusive

Play with my bread and get smoked, no excuses

Glock by the left [?] case he try to hit me like Pac when he left

[?] try Rich Porterus

[?] rich, poor to us

That's how it be, baby

We on resorts, and resort to vilance, this trip lit

Squeeze the 3, baby

[?], 3, baby

Still put the white girl first in the act, that's my lead lady

Every flip, I gotta keep though

I'm who they pay [?]

As I watch who rocking [?] keep the receipt though

Go throw a top off, feneto