Brazy Krazy
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I'm just tryna get along with my niggas, they finessing and shit
What the fuck these bitches want from a nigga?
DMX with this shit (yeah)
I'ma turn up, I can't wait on 'em
I pop me a Perc for the layover
Nut on her face, give the bitch a new makeover
I move to Atlanta my goal is to take over
How you a gangster but you put the jakes on me?
They say I can't ride with no guns 'til my case over
I'm in Iraq with my dog like Beethoven
I brought a pound at Summer Jam
Ain't stuntin' no clowns from Instagram
In school, I be down, but the Glizzy jammed
No Doe Boy, we in that minivan screaming "Many men!", plug
Blood in my eyes, nigga, I can't see
Neighborhood hero, that's what I'm destined to be
Every killer in the hood turned drug dealer kept investing in me
GD's, BD's, Foes, Lords plus them O's when they face the east (gang)
These niggas don't slide tryna get revenge, that shit crazy
They gave bro ten, I seen him cry like that shit brazy
He could've got away, but he ain't wash that palm, that shit crazy
Some niggas I love had watch me starve, that shit brazy
That shit krazy, that shit brazy, that shit krazy, that shit brazy
That shit krazy, that shit brazy, that shit krazy, that shit brazy
Niggas ain't leave me with options
Tryna assassinate my character
That's when I catch the nigga, I'ma pop him
Give me my sound back, nigga, I'm poppa
Fresh outta jail, I brought shawty a chopper
Don't play with my name, see there be the problem
I done mix Amiris with the Prada
My daddy ain't raise no hoe and you know that
I can tell what type of nigga you is, got a Glock 23 with ProMag (wit'cho goofy ass)
Shawty gon' kill for the skrilla like Kodak
I'm the first nigga from the block with a Rolex
Why you steady counting my pockets? Your poor ass
Let a nigga take yo' shit wit yo ho' ass nigga
(Bitch)
These niggas don't slide, tryna get revenge, that shit crazy
They gave bro ten, I seen him cry like that shit brazy
He could've got away, but he ain't wash that palm, that shit crazy
Some niggas I love had watch me starve, that shit brazy
That shit krazy, that shit brazy, that shit krazy, that shit brazy
That shit krazy, that shit brazy, that shit krazy, that shit brazy
I'm just tryna get along with my niggas, they finessing and shit
What the fuck these bitches want from a nigga?
DMX with this shit (yeah)
I'ma turn up, I can't wait on 'em
I pop me a Perc for the layover
Nut on her face, give the bitch a new makeover
I move to Atlanta my goal is to take over
How you a gangster but you put the jakes on me?
They say I can't ride with no guns 'til my case over
I'm in Iraq with my dog like Beethoven
I brought a pound at Summer Jam
Ain't stuntin' no clowns from Instagram
In school, I be down, but the Glizzy jammed
No Doe Boy, we in that minivan screaming "Many men!", plug
Blood in my eyes, nigga, I can't see
Neighborhood hero, that's what I'm destined to be
Every killer in the hood turned drug dealer kept investing in me
GD's, BD's, Foes, Lords plus them O's when they face the east (gang)
These niggas don't slide tryna get revenge, that shit crazy
They gave bro ten, I seen him cry like that shit brazy
He could've got away, but he ain't wash that palm, that shit crazy
Some niggas I love had watch me starve, that shit brazy
That shit krazy, that shit brazy, that shit krazy, that shit brazy
That shit krazy, that shit brazy, that shit krazy, that shit brazy
Niggas ain't leave me with options
Tryna assassinate my character
That's when I catch the nigga, I'ma pop him
Give me my sound back, nigga, I'm poppa
Fresh outta jail, I brought shawty a chopper
Don't play with my name, see there be the problem
I done mix Amiris with the Prada
My daddy ain't raise no hoe and you know that
I can tell what type of nigga you is, got a Glock 23 with ProMag (wit'cho goofy ass)
Shawty gon' kill for the skrilla like Kodak
I'm the first nigga from the block with a Rolex
Why you steady counting my pockets? Your poor ass
Let a nigga take yo' shit wit yo ho' ass nigga
(Bitch)
These niggas don't slide, tryna get revenge, that shit crazy
They gave bro ten, I seen him cry like that shit brazy
He could've got away, but he ain't wash that palm, that shit crazy
Some niggas I love had watch me starve, that shit brazy
That shit krazy, that shit brazy, that shit krazy, that shit brazy
That shit krazy, that shit brazy, that shit krazy, that shit brazy
Credits
Writer(s): Durk Banks, Richard Collins Norris, Norris Labron Buchanan
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