Dont Play Crazy (feat. Dave East)

I'm wit some locs Dey Dnt Fucc around So Dnt play crazy

I remember dem times it was raining

Now I'm counting dese hundreds riding dis Mercedes

I maneuver cnt go so I ride wit it I feel like king shooter

I ain't wit the talk nd the rumors

I Dnt beef thru computers

Roll on em 30s wit me (dirt gang)

He get popped like ah perk

If I got it dat means it was earned

Popping addys it kept me alert

Nair wasn't my blood but dat was my cuz (Locoooo) Wen he died dat shit hurt

2020 had ah bad year I'm juss waiting my turn

I seen a lot grew up in da roc

Still free my dawgs Dey got em on lock

Rip chinx bro save me a spot

I ain't lookn at tags wen I walk in da spot

Fake friends had to cut em off

It's ah opp in da spot bro brush em off

I Fucc dat bitch from the bacc if she got a wig den it's coming off

A lot on my mind wen I b in da city

So lately I been taking flights

I kno some real killers that be wit it

Nd for me Dey ain't doin no price

I had a dream I was speaking to angel nd he gave me Advice driving at nite I look to my left n my right cuz I cnt get caught at the light

I'm wit some locs Dey Dnt Fucc around So Dnt play crazy

I remember dem times it was raining

Now I'm counting dese hundreds riding dis Mercedes

I maneuver cnt go so I ride wit it I feel like king shooter

I ain't wit the talk nd the rumors

I Dnt beef thru computers

Don't play too crazy I dry off the work wit da fan not The ac it's time to bag up

Shoot like McGrady I Dnt shop at h&m

I got some plates of east co in the trunk

I move around like I'm trained the navy

Put me under water I'm bound to come up

It's juss me and 40 my sweater say marni

The trap we open bacc up in da morning

All of this clique say rich

Pull up nd nail Home Depot ya bitch

First of the month I won't speak till the 5th

Gave her some dicc she start tweaking again

Think of my loc we ain't speak in like 10

Come wit respect if u speak on the gang

All my young **** will kill for Cuban do not lose ya life for a piece nd ah chain

I cud bust it down but I'm keeping it plain

Checc off my shoes wen I get on the plain

Head was amazing I didn't kno her name

**** got rich off fentanyl nd cane

Dnt get ya brains put on the wall like the paint

Talkn like u was the star wen u ain't

Dey kno my name wen I walk in the bank

If ima eat bet we all get ah plate (on gang)

I'm wit some locs Dey Dnt Fucc around So Dnt play crazy

I remember dem times it was raining

Now I'm counting dese hundreds riding dis Mercedes

I maneuver cnt go so I ride wit it I feel like king shooter

I ain't wit the talk nd the rumors

I Dnt beef thru computers