CRANK DAT by GXNER. Lyrics
[Chorus]
Miss one shot, wonder where my aim at
Reticle highlight on his head like a face tat
Shots gonna turn him into Soulja, how we crank that
Drive be 120 like we on a racetrack
My pockets get fatter, they look like Rick Ross
He talkin' stupid get slapped up, he look like Chris Rock
My meat gon' drag cross her face like she put on lip gloss
She throw it back to my song and post it on Tiktok
[Verse]
That boy catchin knuckles, throwing punches like I'm Floyd
You know I'm swerving lanes, causing crashes out the Royce
Shawty suck me up, use her mouth, losе her voice
And my choppa shake him up it gonna lеave him Cameron Boyce
He getting chin checked in the pit, I've had enough
Shawty liking how I taste, so, I sit it on her tongue
He get smoked like a vape, hoe', we hittin his lungs
Straight chillin in the wraith, wanna street race or some?
Wanna street race or some, I'ma put him on the curb
Imma let my weapon talk, I'ma let that .30 burst
This extendo on the Glock gonna double how it hurts
Yeah I'm screaming for some cash you still gotta go to work (Laugh track)
Uh, take my money out the ATM
Bought another chopper, now, I'm slayin' like it's pay to win
Uh, yeah I made a major M
Hittin every shot like Kobe now the Lakers win
And my shawty so bad she hittin higher notes
13 shots hit him, man, we did him like Silento
Creeping down the building, Yeah, I know it's gettin quiet though
Shout out Tony stark, hoe, I'm toting on an iron pole
[Chorus]
Miss one shot, wonder where my aim at
Reticle highlight on his head like a face tat
Shots gonna turn him into Soulja how we crank dat
Drive be 120 like we on a race track
My pockets get fatter, they look like Rick Ross
He talkin stupid get slapped up, he look like Chris Rock
My meat gon drag cross her face like she put on lip gloss
She throw it back to my song and post it on Tiktok
[Outro]
I'ma turn him to a dead man
Straight head shots, hit his head man
Keep a glick tucked and a vest man
If he switch up, blow his head in
Yeah, someone had to let you know
I be lurkin' in the night check the window
I be wearing all black match the tint, hoe
My hoe foreign she be matching with the whip, bruh
Miss one shot, wonder where my aim at
Reticle highlight on his head like a face tat
Shots gonna turn him into Soulja, how we crank that
Drive be 120 like we on a racetrack
My pockets get fatter, they look like Rick Ross
He talkin' stupid get slapped up, he look like Chris Rock
My meat gon' drag cross her face like she put on lip gloss
She throw it back to my song and post it on Tiktok
[Verse]
That boy catchin knuckles, throwing punches like I'm Floyd
You know I'm swerving lanes, causing crashes out the Royce
Shawty suck me up, use her mouth, losе her voice
And my choppa shake him up it gonna lеave him Cameron Boyce
He getting chin checked in the pit, I've had enough
Shawty liking how I taste, so, I sit it on her tongue
He get smoked like a vape, hoe', we hittin his lungs
Straight chillin in the wraith, wanna street race or some?
Wanna street race or some, I'ma put him on the curb
Imma let my weapon talk, I'ma let that .30 burst
This extendo on the Glock gonna double how it hurts
Yeah I'm screaming for some cash you still gotta go to work (Laugh track)
Uh, take my money out the ATM
Bought another chopper, now, I'm slayin' like it's pay to win
Uh, yeah I made a major M
Hittin every shot like Kobe now the Lakers win
And my shawty so bad she hittin higher notes
13 shots hit him, man, we did him like Silento
Creeping down the building, Yeah, I know it's gettin quiet though
Shout out Tony stark, hoe, I'm toting on an iron pole
[Chorus]
Miss one shot, wonder where my aim at
Reticle highlight on his head like a face tat
Shots gonna turn him into Soulja how we crank dat
Drive be 120 like we on a race track
My pockets get fatter, they look like Rick Ross
He talkin stupid get slapped up, he look like Chris Rock
My meat gon drag cross her face like she put on lip gloss
She throw it back to my song and post it on Tiktok
[Outro]
I'ma turn him to a dead man
Straight head shots, hit his head man
Keep a glick tucked and a vest man
If he switch up, blow his head in
Yeah, someone had to let you know
I be lurkin' in the night check the window
I be wearing all black match the tint, hoe
My hoe foreign she be matching with the whip, bruh