[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