Talkin Crazy

(It's a Wayne beat) What up, Wayne? Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga You know what the fuck goin' on Yeah, we sippin' real Hi-Tech, nigga They thought— aight This a 41 millimeter Niggas petty, buyin' ones, pouring milliliters I got a zip of dog, stronger than some skillet cleaner I ain't got time to box with you, I be killin' people Take a nigga life without asking, I be stealin' people I can fuck a bitch sister raw, bet she'd still eat it I got an old K, longer than little people This pint of red done turned brown on me, I'm still gon' drink it You can't bе sayin' Ghetto Boyz, if you ain't write Peezy I'm finna go on Livernois and sеrve these white people By myself in a 550, I don't like people I'ma pop you if you try me, I just told you I don't fight people If the pussy smell good, then I might eat it Hurry up and grab this pint from me, bro, I might drink it Finna buy a 42 'Dweller and let Mike keep it Hit your block with a K with the scope, call it sightseeing Ion' think I'm from this planet, I'm an astronaut I'll throw my whole career away, bro, pass the Glock If you seen me with Lou, I was probably grabbin' Wock' Put a deuce in a twenty-ounce Sprite and pour out half the pop I was just posted on Fenton with a bag of rocks Now I wake up in the morning bored, I might go grab a watch I got an Arab who paid the high for these, you don't have to shop You can still die, nigga, I don't care how many straps you got I just made a lot of money, then I got bored And, no, I'm not rich yet, but I'm not poor Stop talkin' 'bout you slidin' in them songs, you did not score Five niggas tried to jump on me, I shot four Then I had to whip the other nigga ass Eighty racks just on grass, you move another nigga bag My side bitch called tryin' to fuck, her other nigga mad Catch me on Greenfield at Golden Sun, hundred in the bag Can't take the opps serious Them niggas dropped a hundred and I laughed I ain't gon' lie, I take Percocets 'cause I be cummin' fast You tryna spend ten thou' right now? I'm comin' fast If I see an opp out and I ain't strapped, I'ma punch his ass The pint of red was talkin' back to me, I drunk his ass I'm still tryna fuck big booty Ari, with her ugly ass Don't know what kinda car I might get in, but it's somethin' fast If I drop a hundred shots and they don't drop, then I'm comin' back You ran a hundred up off EDD, you better thank Trump Bitch ain't take a shower 'fore we fuck, she a stank butt I just had two pints of juice, it got drank up Me and Mike put the city on our back, y'all gotta thank us Niggas mad, been rapping ten years and they ain't saved up Now it's ten racks to get us on a track, I know they hate us You know this shit-talkin' shit ain't—aight You know this shit-talk— aight You know this shit-talkin' ain't free, they gotta pay up Just pull up and count the money up, the work weighed up Two hundred racks off just rap, it took eight months Two hundred Blacks back to back, I got great lungs The way that bitch suck dick, she got eight tongues Bitch keep the same panties on, she got eight thongs Dropped an EP and made three hundred thousand off eight songs My bitch titties fake, lips fake, and she got fake buns Was finna shoot, then I passed bro the rock, he did a layup We just popped an opp up at eight o'clock, fucked his day up High off drank, but when I take Percocets, it help me stay up I need this lil' nigga popped up, I hit Lil Tay up Would you believe me if I told you I was sippin' red? Would you believe me if I told you all the shit I did? Would you believe me if I told you I fucked her and ain't get the head? Bitch sent a whole paragraph, I left the bitch on read Tryna sleep with six hoes tonight, I need a bigger bed I'll have Lil E chase you down, he got little legs Bitch left me on stuck, I had little dreads Now my money long, hair long, I got bigger bands Tryna carry hundred K in dubs, I need bigger pants You still tryna run a ten up, you need bigger plans, nigga Ghetto Boyz Shit Man, You know what the fuck going on Free the whole ghetto, nigga