Dead Cracka Lyrics – 1900Rugrat

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[Intro: 1900Rugrat & BLP KOSHER]
Huh, huh
Water, ayy
Huh, huh
(Rugrat, that’s that YC)
((??) you made this?)
Yeah, aye (Don’t give a fu*k)
Hey, yeah (Rugrat)

[Verse 1: 1900Rugrat & BLP KOSHER]
A white boy with a big stick, call me Cracker Barrel (Ayy)
Know we get them loads in, get ’em outta there (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I been serving straight pies, like the state fair (Like a state fair)
Still bagging up, I told them I’m on the way there (I’m on my way there)
12 done hit the wrong crib, I don’t even stay here (I don’t even stay there)
I was dealt a bad hand, that’s why I don’t ever play fair
Left they ass bleeding like they motherfu*king steak, yeah (Water)

[Verse 2: BLP KOSHER]
Life card holder, I’ll shoot you with my wallet (Ha-ha-ha)
Cheap gas, I’m at the rocket running beef just like the Sonic (Ayy)
It’s still Nazi pack even though I’m sober, I’ll be honest
But when a opp die, I’m smoking big doinks in Amish
Put a bounty on your head, I’m the quicker picker upper (C’mon)
This s*it way worse than Hurricane Milton, like where the shutters?
It’s raining hornities, check the forecast (Forecast)
And if money comes from trees, then I’m the Lorax

[Verse 3: 1900Rugrat]
The fam still getting fed if I go fed (On God)
Still running money up, even with no legs
I’m with KOSHER, we gon’ keep it kosher, I’m all ’bout my bread
I’m in Boulder smoking strong like boulders getting to my head
Eight deep with eight flames, this s*it look like Hanukkah (Cmon)
Drop a bag on his head, something like a yarmulke
Up the chopper, get to blowing, call that bit’ harmonica
I done bulletproofed the Lamb’, nah this ain’t no Cybertruck

[Verse 4: BLP KOSHER]
I was flat-footed, now I step like Dr. Scholl’s (Aye)
Blues in my fu*king purple jeans, now my pockets swole
Them boys swiping on Bumble, I brought the birds to the bees
I let off 19 out the Glock, I only tote 23s
Broward County, Palm Beach, yeah, pine trees
Broward County, Palm Beach, Limestone Creek
Asphalt, yacht club, b!tch, I’m concrete (Concrete)
She sucking d!ck like it’s a sport, American Top Team

[Verse 5: 1900Rugrat]
She eat the d!ck like it’s a sport, the way she top the team
Off a Perc’, crash the vert, then went and copped the beam
Talking cheap, gotta pay the price to talk to me (Talk to me)
Put that ho in double C, yeah, you done bought her Shein

[Verse 6: BLP KOSHER]
I’m a Jew, but I tilt my hat to all them Z’s
Swastika on your face where my target be
Catch a fu*k cracker flagging, now he smithereens
Water
Too much salt, Paula Dean

[Verse 7: 1900Rugrat]
Put the sausage on her bun, something like Jimmy Dean (C’mon)
That boy pouring green up, something like Listerine (What the fu*k)
Serve a bald cracker white, call him Mr. Clean
X got my eyes wide, look like Mr. Bean (C’mon)

[Verse 8: BLP KOSHER & 1900Rugrat]
I’m tryna smoke a cracka boots, Doc Martens
Twin Glocks look like GloRilla and K Carbon
I was rolling dollies I think I can talk b!tch, Parton
Put that fire to your lip like a Bic sparking

[Outro: 1900Rugrat & BLP KOSHER]
(??) yeah
Word to them YC’s
On a (??)
Free 33 man
I’m in this b!tch, man, what?
Man, what?
We the hottest crackas in Florida, fu*k you talking bout
Water
Catch a fu*k cracker huh smithereens
Ayy, water
Free Scrap, free that Big Z