Krazy Krazy

(Tay Keith, what the fuck goin' on, nigga?) Crazy, crazy, only ten pack, eighty Touch out, rockabye baby Say she hate me I'm like, "Why she hate me?" Ain't did shit to hate me I'm in Atlanta with switches Finna pull up on Ced (switches), finna pull up on baby I'm in Atlanta with switches Finna pull up on Savage (switches), finna pull up on swing I'm in the city with choppas Finna pull up on Nuk, finna pull up on Tuk Opps call my phone like, "Finna pull up on you" Finna pull up on who? Tell 'em, "Come through," tell 'em come do what they do Tell 'em come make they move (tell 'em, tell 'em) Tell 'em, "Come through," tell 'em come do what they do Tell 'em, "Come make the news" I ain't feelin' none of these niggas (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up), all that shit they say be flaw Niggas lie, I know the truth, I be like, "Come on, knock it off" Call her shark attack, what's in between my legs stay in her jaws Call me Pad Man, what's in between my legs stay in her draws Yeah, we got shots fo' sho', but they is not fo' sho' They fill that up and down We totin' the lil' jawns We shoot, they gettin' low, it look like limbo Text on Telegram, it say, "That shit end," it's from my 'Migo Call me cousin'nem and say, "That shit end," and they say, "10-4" My nigga avalanche, my wrist a avalanche, my mouth a avalanche My bitch ain't average, my gang ain't average, my car not average I be on wicked shit, my gang on wicked shit, my bitch on wicked shit I be on silly shit, hop out this silly quick, I'm tryna split a wig (grrah, grrah, grrah) Said that she feelin' me, she want to feel on me, she want a nigga, me Said he got hit a bunch but end up pullin' through, I say, "You killin' me" Niggas get butterflies when they around the gang, they be so jittery My nigga, a couple houses, no exaggeratin', I'm talkin' 'bout- Niggas gon' go bang, bang, my chain go bling, bling (grrah, grrah, grrah), I'm screamin', "Gang, gang" And ain't it shit changed, I'm on the same thing, I still'll bang, bang We don't play no games, and we don't drop names, we lettin' shit rain Ran out of propane, ain't breakin' shit down, we sellin' whole things (whole things, whole things...) Walk in the store, and I got a stick under my arm Nigga play, he gon' die in the store Say he gettin' a switchy, but he ain't gon' keep it on auto The fuck is he buyin' it for? (Huh? Huh? Huh?) He ride in a Hemi (huh? Huh? Huh?) Police pull him over, he stop (huh? Huh? Huh?) Then the fuck is he drivin' it for? (Huh? Huh? Huh?) If I see her, I'm hittin' the bitch (huh? Huh? Huh?) But, I don't ever see her 'cause this nigga hidin' the ho They really bitches, them niggas just actin' like gangstas, them nigga be hidin' they ho When we out of town, they be goin' on live outside, like we ain't have 'em duckin' before Be usin' your brain whenever it come to this gang, or we puttin' that shit on the floor All these niggas is lame, we know somebody in gang probably hittin' his ho Crazy, crazy, only ten pack, eighty Touch out, rockabye baby Say she hate me I'm like, "Why she hate me?" Ain't did shit to hate me I'm in Atlanta with switches Finna pull up on Ced (switches), finna pull up on baby I'm in Atlanta with switches Finna pull up on Savage (switches), finna pull up on swing I'm in the city with choppas Finna pull up on Nuk, finna pull up on Tuk Opps call my phone like, "Finna pull up on you" Finna pull up on who? Tell 'em, "Come through," tell 'em come do what they do Tell 'em come make they move Tell 'em, "Come through," tell 'em come do what they do Tell 'em, "Come make the news"