Crazy

Lately I think I might just be crazy
The way I get this money is just crazy
The way she pop that pussy is so crazy
Baby girl my lifestyle is crazy

Rolling gorilla and counting my scrilla you know that I keep it a stack
Running da X I be busting my chops n' putting my ops in a pack
Whipping da bricks n' if you want other shits I'll get my hands on that
She a real bitch she be throating that dick n' of course she be throwing back
I woke up this morning and looked at myself and said I want more tats
I do what I want and I be having these bitches eat me like snack
I'm thankful for crack the money make hoes wanna shake like shack
N I ain't gotta hit no bitty with da Mac I just make sure I keep my city on da map
NYC the home the rats scammers boosters hustlers traps
Drillers murderers crack heads while internet thuggers be typing all cap
Everywhere I go I keep da blicky I'm strapped
This ain't just rhymes this real rap
When you in my hood better watch how you act
Checking you pussies like a mother fucking pap

Lately I think I might just be crazy
The way I get this money is just crazy
The way she pop that pussy is so crazy
Baby girl my lifestyle is crazy

Girl let me put you on to game
Ya nigga is a goofy he lame
I'll teach you how to cook n' flip that cane
Put chu on that strip to put in pain
Off my meds I argue with myself fuck you bitch like I'm somebody else
Thinking bout money every time I belch swimming in that pussy like Michael Felps
Out of mind entering yours I'm cold as a cores keep whores on fours
Platinum Kush honey burbun backwoods come out my pores



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Writer(s): Tk Artist
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