Bippin' Crazy

Pull me over check the car then im turning to a felon
Hitting plays on niggas blocks they don't like wat y'all selling
All my prices stupid low and it's gas you can smell it
Just bought a p for my bitch she wanna make her some Edie's
Yea
I front my niggas I'm trying put em in position
How you captain and ya whole team ain't winning
I get a plate you get a plate this thanksgiving
That soul food gimme the greens and keep the chitterlings
Yea I been fucked I promise I won't be again
Sitting on 20 thou me im trinna make it 20 ms
I'm cool wit three niggas why would I need 20 friends
A hunnit mil worth of songs I'm crazy wit the pen
Don't let a nigga tell it ain't cool to work a job
I rather wait on me a check up den keep on falling off
But the fact is this shit just ain't for us all
G35 and I treat it like foreign car
I ain't going lie I used to rap about the shit I had
My stupid ass had bought the carti had to sell it back
Late onna rent landlord knocking I'm trying hide the stash
Jrose the hardest Iont see how he ain't make it yet

I ain't never had ppp I had to beat my feet
Been moving crazy mama nosey so I be discreet
Just spent 600 onna outfit n that for khalif
Just spent three rackies onna outfit n that shit for me
Easy to write this shit when you really live it
All this jewelry I been buying it's just for the image
Give me anything I promise niggas niggas I can flip it, Get it, spend it
Ma ya son got a loose screw they play then imma slide
Too much I'm living for Im on point n I dot my eyes
Depression crazy had me feeling like I wanna die
I'm really up I feel relief this shit had made me cry
I'll toss Niggas a pack just don't never lie
Had niggas switch now it's my turn n I don't want em shine
From January to December that's 365
Until I'm on iont see why I should stop the grind



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Writer(s): Deyon Thomas
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