Cracc Era (Feat. Tyler, The Creator)

I dropped the gun, just let me in
I still don't believe you're the only one here
Ayy, yo
Ayy, yo
Ayy, yo

Yeah, let that go, mane, let that go, mane, brr, yeah
Let that go, mane, let that go, mane, brr, yo
Let that go, mane, let that go, mane, brr, yeah
Let that go, mane, let that go (yo)

Running the relay, feel like the 06TK
Me and, (brr), riding 'round, I put white MAGs on my PK
That's a BMX woadie, man I run like recorder
I just copped a new one, Wallace just put in the order
Nigga two-tone, two-door, watchin' Juno, you know
Who them is when you see niggas in them Unos
I'm that nigga that nigga, I'm that boy, I'm that boy
You better watch before that cookie turn y'all niggas ahoy
We Chip 'n'-

Let that go, mane, let that go, mane, brr (yeah)
Let that go, mane, let that go, mane, brr (yo)
Let that go, mane, let that go, mane, brr (yeah)
Let that go, mane, let that go, mane (yo)

My Hoover Chrysler ruger clips
Like Ludacris, I throw a bow
I finish him like Liu Kang, I want the brain like Al Snow
I mean the head like Cabeza, perky meds on my dresser
MAC-11 at the reverend, sneak in Heaven with suppressors
The Cucamonga Cracker Killers, shootin' bitches, slappin' niggas
Way before I did this rappin' I was out here jackin' niggas
I mean, like jackin' was my skill
Jack your pounds and jack your pills
Catch you lackin' by the hill, we jackin' niggas, Jack and Jill
Jackass, Knoxville, double seals and Seroquels
Don't tattle-tale, lips sealed, if you squeal you get killed
DJ Drama, Navy Seals, cannons in your Gangsta Grillz
Tupac juice I keep the tote
Just like Q I let it go, woah

Yeah, let that go, mane, let that go, mane, brr, yeah
Let that go, mane, let that go, mane, brr, yo
Let that go, mane, let that go, mane, brr, yeah
Let that go, mane, let that go (yo)