Crank Up Lyrics – BAK Jay, Baby Kia

Read the full Crank Up lyrics by BAK Jay and Baby Kia along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Bak Jay’s music, you can also explore Money & B’s, another song by Bak Jay.

[Intro]
Bk
He diss, so, we gon’ come get ’em
’45 came with a switch
Jump out take turns, split the hat down the middle
Two blicks what he got hit with
So, they can’t really tell which killed him
He got blitzed and told he a b!tch
But them opp ass n!ggas still wit’ ’em

[Chorus]
Okay
We catch a n!gga down bad and flip (??)
Lil bro caught one in the temple
He dead, the hole in his face like a dimple
He scared, he don’t wanna slide
It’s simple
Huh, alright, okay
He don’t wanna slide
That n!gga a (??)
He is not my kind, might talk to the jakes
Send the car outside (??)
[Baby Kia Verse]
Woah, woah, I spot a opp
We in traffic, I flip him
‘308 fully, it sound like a missile
Jump out on a n!gga, try eating and grill him
Boom, boom, boom, flaow
That crashout through, get down
Big stick hold 100 rounds
Catch your teammate, creed, knock him down
We the ones causing hell in the town
Get a n!gga knocked down for a gram
Really moving s*it (??) over sound
(??) god damn
And I pull up- uh, uh, uh
Pull up srt, might do a donut

That n!gga sweet so we call him (??)
He said he gon shoot me and im like “on what?”

[Chorus]
Okay
We catch a n!gga down bad and flip (??)
Lil bro caught one in the temple
He dead, the hole in his face like a dimple
He scared, he don’t wanna slide
It’s simple
Huh, alright, okay
He don’t wanna slide
That n!gga a (??)
He is not my kind, might talk to the jakes
Send the car outside (??)
[Bak Jay Verse]
Aye
I spend a bag on my b!tch
Drop a bag on a opp
Boy, that big really get s*it gone
Too many n!ggas pump faking
I’m scared they gon’ tell, so, I rather just spin on my own
The b!tch that you love, the bros been cracked
He jugged on a postal person, he ain’t that
Lil bro, he been overworking, swear, he over-lurking
Tryna turn a opp to a pack
Tha-that’s a new one
Get him smacked and act like I ain’t do nun
The opps stay red and the racks stay blue
(??) ’cause he ain’t wanna shoot
Know this hoe in the h wanna be my boo
Wanna be my freak b!tch
I can’t love you, baby, you don’t eat d!ck
Go on with your mood if you want to
Play with my money, that’s some s*it that you don’t do
Hell yea, it’s real strict around here
No, you cannot get in, you ain’t been around here
Spot a opp, I’ma shoot (??)
In the a with bk, n!ggas know not to play
If he coming this way, better play this s*it safe
Having this s*it in real life, having motion
Drop bands on a feat
Take a pic and I’m posting
Eugh, eugh, drank got me leaning, I’m loaded
Ain’t sipping codeine, b!tch, I’m sipping on potion
I’m sipping on some s*it that’ll fu*k you up

[Outro]
Bk
He diss, so, we gon’ come get ’em
’45 came with a switch
Jump out take turns, split the hat down the middle
Two blicks what he got hit with
So, they can’t really tell which killed him
He got blitzed and told he a b!tch
But them opp ass n!ggas still wit’ ’em