Krazy Krazy (feat. Ree$eWitDaHeat)
If you think you 'bout it
You ain't really 'bout it
I'll hit you and put you on NBC News (aye)
I hit up my twizzy 'cuz he copped some Yeezy's
So we 'bouta both go and buy me some shoes (yea, yea)
I got me a glocky I got you a glocky
We both got some clips so we both bouta shoot (aye)
She bringing me subs and we both 'bouta fuck
So I don't gotta think about what I'ma do (pew, pew)
Your main bitch just left you to suck on my dick
So I know that you got a lil' case of the blues
My draco gon' make you go call up your mama
She wonderin' what in the fuck I'ma do
Got 250 on me right now, if you want it just give me a 20
And go and abuse
I just popped a perc and then ate her for dinner
I really loved it so we don't gotta lose
Hanging with shootas, yeah we get to dumpin' (yeah)
You on my dick, nigga why are you munchin'? (yeah, woah, woah)
You ain't a killer, boy why is you frontin'?
(yeah, yeah)
Gotta rebound feel like I'ma be drummin'
(yeah, yeah)
Came for the bitch, man the pussy disgusting (yeah, yeah)
Pole on my hip and I got deconstruction (yeah, yeah)
23 on me I feel like a jumpman (yeah, yeah)
Make that boy run like he Hariet Tubman (yeah, yeah)
I gotta get up and go (go, aye)
All my niggas gettin' dope (dope)
Baby I've been chasin' paper
I can never chase a hoe (I ain't worried 'bouta a hoe)
Choppa on me with a scope (scope, yea)
That bitch ain't gotta reload (go, go, go)
Came in this bitch with a laser (aye, aye)
If you dissin', I'ma let it blow (blow)
Ayne the Sim, fine dinin' (aye)
Ayne the Sim, I'm rhyming (ayne, ayne)
I pull out my seat, so you know I'm reclining (yea)
You put on my shit, so you know that we vibing (yea, yea)
You a pussy lil' boy, so I know that you hidin' (yea, yea)
But it ain't that deep bruh (aye)
I couldn't care less (uh, aye)
She suckin' me sloppy, we makin' a mess
Got 88 question, ain't finna confess
3005, yea I'm talking 'bout less (damn, damn)
She finna pull up and relieve all my stress (damn, yea)
Is that yo' bitch or my bitch? (damn)
Come on let's just guess
I fuck on the coochie, she say i'm the best (damn)
I'm moving these packages feelin' like Fez (damn)
We not playin' Fortnite, but I'm bouta rez (yea)
Finna aim it at both of y'all, straight to the head (yea)
But you finna sing along, talkin bout yea (yea, yea)
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea (what the fuck?)
Yea yea (that's goofy as hell bruh, yea)
But it's Ayne the Sim and Ree$eWitDaHeat
Up on this shit bro (yea, woah, woah)
Persona up in here, don't even play with me bruh (what, what)
Woah, woah, woah
You ain't really 'bout it
I'll hit you and put you on NBC News (aye)
I hit up my twizzy 'cuz he copped some Yeezy's
So we 'bouta both go and buy me some shoes (yea, yea)
I got me a glocky I got you a glocky
We both got some clips so we both bouta shoot (aye)
She bringing me subs and we both 'bouta fuck
So I don't gotta think about what I'ma do (pew, pew)
Your main bitch just left you to suck on my dick
So I know that you got a lil' case of the blues
My draco gon' make you go call up your mama
She wonderin' what in the fuck I'ma do
Got 250 on me right now, if you want it just give me a 20
And go and abuse
I just popped a perc and then ate her for dinner
I really loved it so we don't gotta lose
Hanging with shootas, yeah we get to dumpin' (yeah)
You on my dick, nigga why are you munchin'? (yeah, woah, woah)
You ain't a killer, boy why is you frontin'?
(yeah, yeah)
Gotta rebound feel like I'ma be drummin'
(yeah, yeah)
Came for the bitch, man the pussy disgusting (yeah, yeah)
Pole on my hip and I got deconstruction (yeah, yeah)
23 on me I feel like a jumpman (yeah, yeah)
Make that boy run like he Hariet Tubman (yeah, yeah)
I gotta get up and go (go, aye)
All my niggas gettin' dope (dope)
Baby I've been chasin' paper
I can never chase a hoe (I ain't worried 'bouta a hoe)
Choppa on me with a scope (scope, yea)
That bitch ain't gotta reload (go, go, go)
Came in this bitch with a laser (aye, aye)
If you dissin', I'ma let it blow (blow)
Ayne the Sim, fine dinin' (aye)
Ayne the Sim, I'm rhyming (ayne, ayne)
I pull out my seat, so you know I'm reclining (yea)
You put on my shit, so you know that we vibing (yea, yea)
You a pussy lil' boy, so I know that you hidin' (yea, yea)
But it ain't that deep bruh (aye)
I couldn't care less (uh, aye)
She suckin' me sloppy, we makin' a mess
Got 88 question, ain't finna confess
3005, yea I'm talking 'bout less (damn, damn)
She finna pull up and relieve all my stress (damn, yea)
Is that yo' bitch or my bitch? (damn)
Come on let's just guess
I fuck on the coochie, she say i'm the best (damn)
I'm moving these packages feelin' like Fez (damn)
We not playin' Fortnite, but I'm bouta rez (yea)
Finna aim it at both of y'all, straight to the head (yea)
But you finna sing along, talkin bout yea (yea, yea)
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea (what the fuck?)
Yea yea (that's goofy as hell bruh, yea)
But it's Ayne the Sim and Ree$eWitDaHeat
Up on this shit bro (yea, woah, woah)
Persona up in here, don't even play with me bruh (what, what)
Woah, woah, woah
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Writer(s): Elijah Mastroianni
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