[Hook: Classic Cris] Ain't no body want it from the mother fucking Crack x5 Juckin fustin jucked your mother never called her Back x5 Ain't no body better than the mother fucking Crack x5 And all these bummy bitches want That Will Hassed sack x3 And Tucknastee's back yeah [Verse 1: Classic Cris] Rhymes like a choppa Blaka Blaka ya block up I'm Peter Park off lots of shots of that vodka Waka Flocka you flaming You aching to catch facial I'm aiming to make it painful I rap and pillage these pages Face it, I'm amazing you just fake it Raging, losing track of where my face is Ay bitch, the industry is racist Cuz I'm the only yellow mother fucker who gon' make it Fuck your clique, we everything and more of what you think you is Fuck your bitch, I got her wet and did her like a dirty dish Back of the backseat Crack clique click clack On the mac and blat blat a fat kid It's a fact, ain't nobody want it from the mother fucking [Hook: Classic Cris] Crack x5 Juckin fustin jucked your mother never called her Back x5 Ain't no body better than the mother fucking Crack x5 And all these bummy bitches want That Will Hassed sack x3 And Tucknastee's back yeah [Verse 2: Tucknastee] Hey, it's me I just couldn't let ya B Spell the Crack like a crip with a capital C Just show Will some nip and he'll give you the D He's the whore of the house so we call him Eazy E But don't worry now ladies he ain't go the HIV Going dumb on the track, Classic, Phil and Tucknastee Diss tracks, anthrax, guns and swords couldn't phase Bill, couldn't Kill Bill Healthy Will? Nah, sick Will, he's so trill, he's so ill Hospital beds couldn't hold him down He's profound in his gold crown He's the king of the springs, he's the man now When he's out in the streets it's a ghost town He'll destroy the peace at your powwow When he shows up like pow pow He's the one who let the dogs out He's ruthless, he's crazy We do this on the daily Nightly, 365 We write these and shuck and jive Ooowee Tuck's on the rise When you think of me, you idolize Like Cris with Will when he's on the grind Putting in work, that's a 9 to 5 Working overtime, like we on that [Hook: Classic Cris] Crack x5 Juckin fustin jucked your mother never called her Back x5 Ain't no body better than the mother fucking Crack x5 And all these bummy bitches want That Will Hassed sack x3 And Tucknastee's back yeah [Verse 3: DollaWill] Fuck a bad bitch on my way to get rich Your girl sent me a nude pic asking for the dick Man she ruthless Now I'm feeling kind of funny This weed is kind of funky Fuck bitches get money I'm a Crackhouse junky Bitch, you nasty Tucknastee in the backseat, we packing heat Heading over to Cali for the Crackhouse rally I'm sorry man, your bitch was just a tally I'm turning off my phone, but I'm not alone I'm at the Crackhouse popping pills and getting thrown Getting dome and getting stoned There's no way I'm coming back, I'm in my zone Wylin' out on the couch and smoking dro Classic Cris that's my big bro Shout out to Clyde he can suck a toe Invite your girl over and fuck a hoe Have her leaving, screaming Will Flow