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FILTHY — TRIGGERGANG (Cracked) #banger #triggergang #fowb ‎⁨‪@Me3-g7b‬ LYRIC call me cracker like that's gonna matter real white trash call me cracker i dont give a fuck callin me a cracker like it's gone matter fuck round got me bustin out with laughter fucked up head life been a disaster believe me real cracker laughin roll smoke full metal jacket devils kin can tell by the skin blunt full of relapse bitch I’m a menace real dirt road savage real cracker got the chrome in my mattress boy wildin heart made savage not braggin say the wrong shit watch a mother fucker flip quick real cracker born in the slime an you ain't shit chewin on pain it hits deep in the sticks mud stuck luck gone still proud wit nothin at all no bluff get dropped where you standin ho be gone real cracker though funny you thinkin gone do me wrong real big mouth introduced to smith & Wesson get taught a lesson meth rolls still though not around long ghostin dirt road chosen white trashy thangs wouldn't understand you know this in the sticks posted none gone on but believe it's loaded broke as hell thuggin in slides bitch guns in the fridge roaches on the outside of it ain’t no lease just threats an stained sheets sleepin shifts countin’ bands granny on the porch wit a rifle in her hands heard her cussin out sayin it ain’t true photo on the wall crooked, its of me an you devil in the jar and he barked right back burnt spoon too passed down through ain’t shit changed just the strain on the heart crackhead neighbors got dogs that always bark youngens throw rocks at the cop cars parked use to sleep filthy hated the roaches and rats now it’s 30 round clips tucked so many straps smoke thick like permanently what thats past still lightin up loud out the stash got stacks enough to fill up bags trailer park reaper grinnin with gold in my teeth mud on my jeans stompin them dusty streets white boy wicked loose lips sink ships hate in my heart ill use my hands no bitch blowin smoke at the judge afterwards gotta run with a fifth of the cheapest an a sawedoff gun still piss in the yard still duck from the law still smack a fool if he look at me wrong this that cracker shack backwoods hostile white tee bloodied still smilin at the trial tried to chain me blame me bury the boy but I came from somewhere that brings pain with enjoy filthy cracker built for the pain bleach killin shame white boy insane ain’t scared to rot ain’t scared to ride put you in the ditch where no one gone find trailer got wheels but it still don’t move never broke but the fridge still got no food mama in the room too watchin' her shows while I weigh out grams with the window closed county full of felons sheriff kin one them dudes cookin 24 hour non drowsy on the stove stashed it an got vents full of dope rent ain't paid never made sense of it hollow point loaded still feel the shit lived off EBT and what you could get piss test hot no talk dash out the spot I’ll knock a mother fucker out over cash slick with the blade no dirt on my name slept on long like a shot of nyquil takin care of business got em pullin up still grow my own labeled wit pain deep inside fell in love wit the .223 was love at first sight sold to smoke married crime gone 9 to 5 flag on, ain’t bout colors I'm white wit pride boy flexin wit my life on the line got it tucked lookin when Im slidin by wrangler jeans an a bag full of weed ten toes down don’t flee when it comes to beef dogs in the yard and a glock in the seat cracker by blood don’t need a pass raised where all the trailers at dealt with the bible wrath real life living wit no laws still got the trailer park stash time and two still left to kill rides clean dirty too can't explain how it feel worn out tony llama's an a button up flannel deal with shit most can't even handle power cut no lights survived nights wit candles my hands still deliver want a sample? call me cracker like I ain’t privileged I'm just sayin thats what you comin at me wit I’ll embrace the shit scream it in yo face bitch six pack ends in sins shot gun starts stutterin speakin wit a tongue twist raised on hate I’m done wit all that preachin shit just me an the ghost of my kin folk meanin if i show up some one ain't leavin’ didn't know to say bye last time you seen em real deal king pin don't know what you thinkin ain't touchin this but bitch keep dreamin the fuck you done got started? I’ll shoot first i'm a real cracker ⚠️ OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER & COPYRIGHT NOTICE © 2025 TRIGGERGANG / F.O.W.B Independent Records LLC All Rights Reserved. This content contains explicit language and themes. All lyrics, music, visuals, and creative materials are the exclusive property of TRIGGERGANG and F.O.W.B Independent Records LLC. Unauthorized reproduction, remixing, or distribution is prohibited and protected under U.S. and international copyright law. Contact for use, sync, or licensing. #triggergang #newmusic #fowb #lunaticnation #officialvideo