Crackdown - Medicine Man

Smoking big blunts, feel like Crackdown

Call yo bitch, I’m in the background

Tryna act tough, you better back down

Beat the pussy uh, call it SmackDown!

Smoking big blunts, feel like Crackdown

Call yo bitch, I’m in the background

Tryna act tough, you better back down

Beat the pussy uh, call it SmackDown!

It’s just a flesh wound, cryin like he bleeding out

Showing fear, so da choppa gunna eat him now

Smoking loud, and feeling wavy onna cloud

Load another round, nobody gon make a sound

I tote my stick, I load a clip, my bitches thick, ride foreign whips

I’m smoking zips, off drugs I trip, make bitches strip, can’t steal my drip

If you wanna buy something, hit my cashapp

Say you smoking on exotic, that’s some big cap

When I pull up on the scene, I got the big strap

Then you getting torn apart, like some gift wrap

I ain’t with the small talk, fuck da chit chat

Know I’m fucking on your hoe, where’s th bitch at

You know shawty playing games, where th switch at

Baby Im like agent smith, where the glitch at

Smoking big blunts, feel like Crackdown

Call yo bitch, I’m in the background

Tryna act tough, you better back down

Beat the pussy uh, call it SmackDown!

Smoking big blunts, feel like Crackdown

Call yo bitch, I’m in the background

Tryna act tough, you better back down

Beat the pussy uh, call it SmackDown!