Whole City Crank lyrics

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
Thank God, amen
Hit the club with 8 bands, do the blade dance
Boy, only shake hands with my main mans
Looking for an outfit on point, like [?]
I ain't playing, n*ggas talking, but they ain't spraying
I have my goons come through, like Drake said
Bang bang, pull up to your spot, like the Raybands
Spray led, get a body like hang man
So what's the problem in this b*tch?
I done brought my whole squad up in this b*tch
Chopper in this b*tch, it ain't a problem we can't fix
Any n*gga will get blue, like Sonic in this b*tch
I'm winning, liquor in my system, I'm tripping
Getting head going through the carwash, I'm chilling
I ain't slipping, I'll blow these n*ggas
They f*cking it up, I'll have G show these n*ggas
What's up?

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
All my n*ggas on tip, and they ain't playing
Watch who you bump, 'cause they ain't check me when I came in
Let that b*tch crank
Crank crank
My bros got the whole city tryna do the crank dance
Crank
Crank
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Make the whole city crank
[Verse 2: IUR Jetto]
Walked in the club cranking, like a new Chevy
Had to slow down [?]
I ain't tripping on your ho, I just left Miami
And the buffs all white, like a hispanic
I'm here, [?] here and G here
But we can get it popping, n*gga, like a root beer
So I advise you to chill, like a fego
Or get your sh*t painted up like Mayko
Cranked up like I'm 'bout to go change a tire
Leg up like a dog on a fire hydrent
Cranked all on your b*tch, like the car starting
And came all in her face like I'm sh*t starting
b*tch

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
All my n*ggas on tip, and they ain't playing
Watch who you bump, 'cause they ain't check me when I came in
Let that b*tch crank
Crank crank
My bros got the whole city tryna do the crank dance
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Make the whole city crank
[Verse 3: Cash Kidd]
Walk straight in the club, and I ain't paying
Watch who you bump, 'cause I don't wanna have to paint heads
I'm tryna get a dance in this b*tch, but if your mans talk slick, I'ma pull that wood out like a caveman
Ain't sh*t sweet, boy, I send you where the angels at
Aim the tech and stretch your ass out, call that [?]
Pause, I told your b*tch I only came for neck
She wanna earn her stripes, she gotta blow me, but I ain't a reff
So what's the problem in this b*tch?
Trues on, I'm just being honest in this b*tch
I'll have my n*ggas pull up like a diaper in this b*tch
Get it popping in this b*tch
Lil n*gga, what's up?

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
All my n*ggas on tip, and they ain't playing
Watch who you bump, 'cause they ain't check me when I came in
Let that b*tch crank
Crank crank
My bros got the whole city tryna do the crank dance
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Crank
Make the whole city crank