Lyrics
I just poured up a four
Each day I fuck a hoe
Got so much cash that I could buy you
Fuck hoes until they faint
Feds want me on restraint
Hit me in my jaw, you can try to
Beating my meat in a back of a van
I'm rolling off mollys, she rolling off xans
She want my meat but shoutout to her man
Bitch, I'm Yung Craka, I do what I can
She said I'm funny, got good sense of humour
Stick in her mind like a terminal tumour
My penis ain't bald bitch, I'm just a late bloomer
Songs about biscuits is what consumes her
Now I bring her back home and I hit from the back
Drop to her knees now she sucking my sack
"Oh my god, Craka, your dick is so big"
Cover her in white so she looks like the Stig
No hickeys on the neck, just the titty
If her father finds out, he will beat me
Mother at the door too, just to greet me
Yes, I write these songs bitch, and they cheesy
I just poured up a four
Each day I fuck a hoe
Got so much cash that I could buy you
Fuck hoes until they faint
Feds want me on restraint
Hit me in my jaw, you can try to
I just poured up a four
Each day I fuck a hoe
Got so much cash that I could buy you
Fuck hoes until they faint
Feds want me on restraint
Hit me in my jaw, you can try to
Sorry lil' hoe but you gotta be quick
Swallow that pill like the nut from my dick
"Did you know every day that a hundred thousand men die?"
I don't give a fuck bitch, I'm watching hella hentai
How the fuck Yung Craka do this?
He can hop on any beat and he's ruthless
I can tell any lie, I can be truthless
But shawty give so much brain she went clueless
One fuck, then I am dipping
She suck my cock, I'm not talking about chicken
She says my dick pic' look just like Peter Griffin
And she's obsessed with the life that I'm living