Crazy Story (Remix)
Rip von
Uh
Dill
Dolla dolla dill
Got the drop
On this faggot nigga
He from buffalo
He suck dick
And the bitches know exactly where he be
But do you know
That the other day
The nigga tried to link
He like dill
I can come to you i'm whipping in her v
I said fasho
we ain't fucking though
And i wanna eat
Bring yo weed
We ain't chilling if i cant smoke up all yo trees
He like damn i ain't use to this
I ain't use to dick
He pulled up
Then i seen how he was poking out his lips
He was speeding
Pulled up to his house
Next thing we was leaving
She was screaming
Running out the house
This nigga must be scheming
But fuck that who the fuck is that
This bitch got a bat
Now I'm mad
This lil situation
Finna turn out bad
She got her keys
Hopped right in the V
Thought this shit was breeze
She picked up speed
Now she on our ass
Her light just changed to green
This bitch bugging
But this nigga thugging
Acting like it's nothing
His phone buzzing
Hit the red button
Now she really hunting
But hold on
I think i know the bitch
This finna be quick
I call up ki
Now she telling me
All the fucking tea
Thats that bitch
Who be with them niggas
She be sucking d
For the free
She don't ever make them niggas pay a fee
He like dill
What you gone do
Im passing it to you
I'm like shit
If you want
I'll beat this bitch up out her shoes
We pull over
Now she pulling over
This finna be over
I hop out
And without a doubt
She running up now
One to the face
Now she grab her mace
This bitch finna spray
I swear to god i tried to tell her
She won't make another day
Here go this nigga
Hopping the car
He tugging on his trigger
It's the liquor got this nigga acting crazier than jigga
So i hop in
Watch him grab his pistol
Hit her in the chin
I'm like damn
All this cause of me
Do she know where i be
He said chill out
Now i'm blacking out
How she know about
About my name
This shit ain't a game
Now we switching lanes
This nigga lame
And he got the nerve
To ask me for some brain
This is a shame
Is this nigga sane
I think he is a stain
Dolla dill
When you see me
You know thats my fucking name
Give me the signal
And them red dots gone be aiming at yo brain
Bow bow bow
Gone be aiming at yo brain
Bow bow bow
Dolla Dill on the gang nigga
Fuck is they talking about
Uh von
Uh
Dill
Dolla dolla dill
Got the drop
On this faggot nigga
He from buffalo
He suck dick
And the bitches know exactly where he be
But do you know
That the other day
The nigga tried to link
He like dill
I can come to you i'm whipping in her v
I said fasho
we ain't fucking though
And i wanna eat
Bring yo weed
We ain't chilling if i cant smoke up all yo trees
He like damn i ain't use to this
I ain't use to dick
He pulled up
Then i seen how he was poking out his lips
He was speeding
Pulled up to his house
Next thing we was leaving
She was screaming
Running out the house
This nigga must be scheming
But fuck that who the fuck is that
This bitch got a bat
Now I'm mad
This lil situation
Finna turn out bad
She got her keys
Hopped right in the V
Thought this shit was breeze
She picked up speed
Now she on our ass
Her light just changed to green
This bitch bugging
But this nigga thugging
Acting like it's nothing
His phone buzzing
Hit the red button
Now she really hunting
But hold on
I think i know the bitch
This finna be quick
I call up ki
Now she telling me
All the fucking tea
Thats that bitch
Who be with them niggas
She be sucking d
For the free
She don't ever make them niggas pay a fee
He like dill
What you gone do
Im passing it to you
I'm like shit
If you want
I'll beat this bitch up out her shoes
We pull over
Now she pulling over
This finna be over
I hop out
And without a doubt
She running up now
One to the face
Now she grab her mace
This bitch finna spray
I swear to god i tried to tell her
She won't make another day
Here go this nigga
Hopping the car
He tugging on his trigger
It's the liquor got this nigga acting crazier than jigga
So i hop in
Watch him grab his pistol
Hit her in the chin
I'm like damn
All this cause of me
Do she know where i be
He said chill out
Now i'm blacking out
How she know about
About my name
This shit ain't a game
Now we switching lanes
This nigga lame
And he got the nerve
To ask me for some brain
This is a shame
Is this nigga sane
I think he is a stain
Dolla dill
When you see me
You know thats my fucking name
Give me the signal
And them red dots gone be aiming at yo brain
Bow bow bow
Gone be aiming at yo brain
Bow bow bow
Dolla Dill on the gang nigga
Fuck is they talking about
Uh von
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Writer(s): Dillen Hill
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