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Craccen Lyrics


Squidnice Craccen

[Intro]
Yeah, ayy, trappin', trappin'
22, ayy (22, ayy)
Yeah, DDG
Trappin', gang gang gang, what

[Chorus]
They call me Squidy the Kraken, ayy
I get ratchet with the ratchet
I keep the money and drugs in my matress
Don't need to throw my hands, I got the gadget
What's crackin'? I'm trappin'
You lackin', we clappin'
I make the work disappear like it's magic
Movin' so quick, I don't know how it happened, ayy
They call me Squidy the Kraken, ayy
I get ratchet with the ratchet
I keep the money and drugs in my matress
Don't need to throw my hands, I got the gadget
What's crackin'? I'm trappin'
You lackin', we clappin'
I make the work disappear like it's magic
Movin' so quick, I don't know how it happened, ayy

[Verse]
Niggas they know what I'm jackin', ayy
They call me Squidy the Kraken, ayy
Still hittin' licks in Manhattan, ayy
I f..ck your bitch in a mansion, ayy
You are not fly, you a maggot, ayy
Nigga don't try to be savage, ayy
I got that nine and I'm blastin', ayy
Bitches still find me attractive, ayy
Run through a check, ayy
Go dumb for respect, ayy
Come for your neck
Link with your bitch and come for the neck, ayy
She fell in love with the flex, ayy
She know I'm stuntin' correct, ayy
I am becoming the best, ayy
So I do not f..ck with rest, ayy
Yeah I got plenty of junkies, ayy
They are still givin' me money, ayy
All my fiends lookin' disgusting, ayy
They make me sick to my stomach, ayy
Yeah I got plenty of junkies, ayy
They are still givin' me money, ayy
All my fiends lookin' disgusting, ayy
They make me sick to my stomach, ayy
[Chorus]
They call me Squidy the Kraken, ayy
I get ratchet with the ratchet
I keep the money and drugs in my matress
Don't need to throw my hands, I got the gadget, ayy
What's crackin'? I'm trappin'
You lackin', we clappin'
I make the work disappear like it's magic
Movin' so quick, I don't know how it happened, ayy

[Verse]
Niggas they know what I'm jackin', ayy
They call me Squidy the Kraken, ayy
Still hittin' licks in Manhattan, ayy
I f..ck your bitch in a mansion, ayy
You are not fly, you a maggot, ayy
Nigga don't try to be savage, ayy
I got that nine and I'm blastin', ayy
Bitches still find me attractive, ayy
Run through a check, ayy
Go dumb for respect, ayy
Come for your neck
Link with your bitch and come for the neck, ayy
She fell in love with the flex, ayy
She know I'm stuntin' correct, ayy
Becoming the best, ayy
So I do not f..ck with rest, ayy
Yeah I got plenty of junkies, ayy


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