Testo Crank It

Featuring Gunplay

(Hook)
Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it, oh
Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it oh
Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it
Somebody better turn this motherfucker.
Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it Somebody better turn this motherfucker.

Okay okay okay
I crank it, I crank it, I'ma beast put me in cage
All my cribs are dated, she saw the shit like she crazy
My chain it up in Las Vegas, my dick is hard in payment
Every song to write is her favourite,
She rocking mike on stage,
How far this hoe them paper chase,
Big ass chain like flavor flave
All yell up, diamonds on
My bracelet look like coaster take
My coupe then my girls come topless,
My bitch hotter than august
I'm in the hood, drink a beer, Think I'm weird like Dennis Rodman
I'm cash make her ass shake, finally rich congratulations
Smoke so much weed think I'm half jamaican
Around with the pump no gas station
Five chains, five rings, look like I'm tryin to play for quarter
Pimp my hoes like Rick James, make em money all I'm good for it
Your girlfriend is my preference, I lock her down like detectives,
Better go through her texts, she suck my dick she congested
No wonder why you neglected, she get me brain like she test it
I fuck her, I cuff her, then I sell her back on craig's list.

(Hook)
Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it, oh
Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it oh
Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it
Somebody better turn this motherfucker.
Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it
Somebody better turn this motherfucker.

Turn this motherfucker up and nobody ain't gonna turn me down
See I'm rolling down bout to kill the track
In the booth am I burning now?
Know that I like, face down, ass up turn down
The way I swept that shit out,
Feel like you done ran 30 miles
Young nigga with a dirty fright
My bitch she got a dirty mouth
So much work I lose weight, know what I'm talking bout Kevin loud
Know what I'm talking motherfucker,
All my bitches top shelf, all my bitches take drugs,
Mollie in their cocktails, fucking ol' Ray J's girls,
She ask me do not tell, almost hit the whole cast,
But I never ran through cocktail,
Bitches calling my line, purple all of my mind,
Two chains for the the room with the drake,
But I'm so shy, no lie,
Dope girl so fly like sincere he show time,
Right here reckless like recko
Tell em hang it up close line,
Said I can't rhyme, what?
But heard to the great vine
That I'm with tam and toe and assist to the same time

(Hook)
Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it, oh
Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it oh
Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it
Somebody better turn this motherfucker.
Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it
Somebody better turn this motherfucker.