Crack Dealer

Neako (Chorus)

Some people think that I'm a CRKDLR

I get dough like a CRKDLR

I get ho's like a CRKDLR

I rock clothes like a CRKDLR

I'm getting money nigga

But I ain't a CRKDLR

I be on the go

Getting money on the road

Paper chasing getting bitches

Man that's all a nigga know

Ohhhh!

Now you just keep it on the low

Ain't nobody gotta know

We syrup sippin' drinking slow

Fresh Moss (Verse 1)

Skinny Fresco is the name

The hottest in the game

I be balling like Dwayne Wade

From the heat I'm paid

Yeah a nigga got it made

I said got it made

I went and got my bitch a maid

My rollie look ace of spades

I be floating through my city

Like a motherfuckin cloud

Spilt the dutch and break it down

I be blowin hella loud

Well respected in my town

Niggas try to jack my style

But it nothing to a boss

Fresco known to hold it down

Ugh, yeah...

I've done more then em all

I explore business ventures

Not stores in the mall

Ask around ask around

Who taught em to ball?

It was I tell no lies

They learned from me all

Ugh

Listen baby

I'm nothing like a crack dealer

I'm just rap nigga

Who is that nigga

And for you frauds

It's a wrap nigga

Nothing left to say

The real is back nigga

Neako (Chorus)

Some people think that I'm a CRKDLR

I get dough like a CRKDLR

I get ho's like a CRKDLR

I rock clothes like a CRKDLR

I'm getting money nigga

But I ain't a CRKDLR

I be on the go

Getting money on the road

Paper chasing getting bitches

Man that's all a nigga know

Ohhhh!

Now you just keep it on the low

Ain't nobody gotta know

We syrup sippin' drinking slow

Fresh Moss (Verse 2)

Crack dealer nah

I'm a rap dealer

From the land of cap peelers

Adapted and stacked scrilla

They could hate me all they want

My niggas to subtract niggas

Plus the fact that I'm in intact

Put pressure on wack niggas

Ugh, yeah...

Rolexes and gold chains

Weed all different strains

Ya Goddess giving me brain

The hottest only remain

And I'm one of em'

A fraud, snake or fake nah

I never been one of em'

Yeah

I'm getting money

They think that I sell drugs

Well I do sell substance

Completely a different buzz

It inspires the listener

Such a lucrative drug

Labels don't even know

Wtf to do with the plug

Ugh

LVLYSL I excel

In the art of rap

You call me Fresh

She call me fly as hell

I promise I'm the truth

I succeeded where the liars failed

Rap is like the trap

My flow that work

I bring in clientele

Ugh...

Neako (Chorus)

Some people think that I'm a CRKDLR

I get dough like a CRKDLR

I get ho's like a CRKDLR

I rock clothes like a CRKDLR

I'm getting money nigga

But I ain't a CRKDLR

I be on the go

Getting money on the road

Paper chasing getting bitches

Man that's all a nigga know

Ohhhh!

Now you just keep it on the low

Ain't nobody gotta know

We syrup sippin' drinking slow