Crackhead Jynn - $hugga lyrics

[CRACKHEAD JYNN] Nah n***a we don't go back To all them Henny shots they calling throwbacks To all them petty cops that wanna, come my way So shout out to Fetty Wap, and all em' dope sacks Yeah, you real crooked w/ a gold badge Yeah, now you feel stupid, wanna toe tag Jynn But it don't last, looking at me go fast, hopping that I don't crash even if I don't pa** him I'm, gone I don't, want him, to (k-k-k-k) ketchup; Slide up on the Crackhead Then it be a mess huh Shotty to ya fat head, bloody from the neck up. (NEXT UP) I ain't setup to get messed up, settle for the rest like illuminated chest junk Rest up n***a, you competing w/ the best but if you keep on fibbing we gon' have to make you fess up Test us (Prod. Oshi)