ViBreezy - Christmas Crackle Lyrics

Aye aye
Bars on me like ice on my cars
Stars on me you ain't goin far
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Aye apple, orange, lake, grape
I walk in yo house and I'm dripping da bape
I like it when you dance, but I love it when you shake
Ima hop in the back and head to the shack
B I don't lack I always come strapped

Sony booming town, I want that
Music king crown, I need dat
Hot fire sound, I make that
Rhythm beat hound, I am dat

Aye no sleep record got ice on my collar
I ain't dat smart but on da streets ima scholar
Failed outta drama class aye ima baller
Boy I'd be rich if every bar was a dollar

I'm flying like Jordan
Cause my music is important
Your game is all distortant
Boy I like my girls foreign

Aye foreign, souring, scoring on my game
You diss, aha, boy what a shame
When I'm changing, and I make it to fame
You sitting in da dust and your lifestyle the same

Aye ahaha, yuh, aye, yuh, ah aye
Hear the crackle
Fear the crackin
You know me
I always come packing

Pull up on da block
With my new car finessing
I don't take walks
But you know I stay repping

Watch your mouth
Watch where your stepping
Know I'm from the south
Make my anything my weapon

Hear the crackle
Fear the crackin
You know me
I always come packing

Oh that sweet peach
Favorite fruit, I preach
You shake it to teach
And you lay it to sleep

By distance I weep
But that heart I keep
My soul you peak
But bouncing is it's streak

Mag clipping, yeh I'm on a spree
Click, clock, yeh I'm too speedy
Key to the house, baby this was meant to be
Though missy to needy, yeh go ahead and leave

Hear the crackle
Fear the crackin
You know me
I always come packing

Aye cut, pause
Repeat, action
I always take shots
I'm always maxing

Cutting parking lots
Money be stacking
Pulling over cops
Flashing my license

Investing in stocks
Paint be splatting
Always got my glock
So don't be lacking

Booth is a box
Where my words be swagging
So hard it shocks
So don't be slacking

Aye, aye aye aye aye
Aye, ha ha ha ha ha, I just want you to know, this song has nothing to do with Christmas

Aye sony booming town, I want that
Music king crown, I need dat
Hot fire sound, I make that
Rhythm beat hound, I am dat

Aye no sleep record got ice on my collar
I ain't dat smart but on da streets ima scholar
Failed outta drama class aye ima baller
Boy I'd be rich if every bar was a dollar

I'm flying like Jordan
Cause my music is important
Your game is all distortant
Boy I like my girls foreign

Aye foreign, souring, scoring on my game you diss, aha, boy what a shame
When I'm changing, and I make it to fame
You sitting in da dust and your lifestyle the same