Letras
Yeah, ah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Bitch I'm 'bout to kick the door
They been sleepin' on big foe
Nigga popped out for some Anna
So I robbed him for his camera
I'm a gangster, motherhfucker
And I'm standin' on that shit
We just stepped in with them tools
Let's go hammer in this bitch
Yeah, trapping from back to back
We can go MAC for MAC
These niggas false, they flag
How you goin' rag to rag?
Book bag got the big pocket
Like high school, you can get jumped
Can't play me like a weak punk
Ay, bend it over, let me something, ay-
Bitch I'm a monster thumpin' niggas like a Tonka
GD cary like my uncle
This not a Honda
Hellcat loud like some thunder
Fuck twelve, fuck you honor
All these lil' rappers think they tough
I swear to God, I don't give two fucks
Our nuts hangin', we gang bangin'
We bet who first to fuck some up
(Break the law) Crunk ain't dead
Crunk ain't dead, Crunk ain't dead
(Break the law) Crunk ain't dead
(Break the law) Crunk ain't dead, Crunk ain't dead
(Break the law) Crunk ain't dead
(Beat the law) Crunk ain't dead, Crunk ain't dead, ho
(Break the law) Crunk ain't dead
(Break the law) Crunk ain't dead, Crunk ain't dead
To the C, Crunk ain't dead (Get a Key)
Crunk ain't dead, Crunk ain't dead (They don't play)
All of Texas, she can rep it (Crunk ain't dead)
California crush your order
To the boot, the niggas shoot (Crunk ain't dead)
Florida, freak, yeah
Arkansas (Crunk ain't dead)
Shout out to Freddy
The Carolinas (Crunk ain't dead)
My nigga, Vase
Mississippi (Crunk ain't dead)
Alabama, quite the hammer
Illinois, Larry who? (Crunk ain't dead)
Kentucky, they'll do the Walton (Crunk ain't dead)
To Missouri (Crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead)
Crunk ain't dead bitch