2KKrazzyyy (feat. Jay Juice)

Mannnn
I'm going 2k crazy man
These niggas talking outta turn dog
These niggas know what the fuck goin on

Aye
Ion even gotta talk, all I do is press the button like try me
Bullets flew out and hit his chest he like why me
Glock got a twin, they stick together like they Siamese
Shopping bring that chicken to my door, Ion want Chinese
Damn, I fucked her cousin on a accident
Speak on Walt's name we turn his head into a fractionin
Bitch keep asking what I'm doing hoe I'm traffickin
Bows just landed need two whips only half can fit

Catch me on the block posted up wit the ratchet out
All exotic weed in these grams that I'm handin out
Goofy nigga hatin on the gang got him crashin out
Hoggin all the chicken niggas mad cuz they runnin out
I was gettin to da bag wasn't worried bout a nigga
Me and bro poppin tags take that label off yo denim
I got 50 in the mag glocky got a hair trigger
I ain't gotta brag just know Jizzle man got them figures

Ok just scored on a eight believe me it is not for sale
Caught my first case out in Montrose I was hot as hell
Only want exotic, cop the lows for the clientele
These ones you gotta wrap em thrice to knock out the smell
They know it's MOB shit, Don Corleone, get a nigga whacked
Wack ass jumper free throw he missin like Shaq
Niggas talking bout they took trips ain't made ten racks
First time I ever took a trip made ten flat

Benji told me fuck beef let's blow we finna get it in
If Ion got the glock I'll stomp a nigga in my Timberlands
It's young niggas out here getting smoked this how real it get
Big bro got some real drank brody real legit
If I can't bring the glock in then I won't perform
Bitch if it ain't about no money then I'm gone ignore
I ain't gone lie I was real broke that was once before
Even if it's cold my white boy he still wearin shorts

Put a bow on my kitchen scale think I cooked zip
Cute bitch takin off my glasses, wanna take pic
She on go, tryna take control, think she got a chip
Lame nigga, lookin at me wrong, had to up the blick
Hold on wait, this a wop, finna be right back
I be gone, drive the scrape, like it was a track
Nigga lied, said he blowin za, but da ash black
Hit my line, lil bro, need some better pack

I know where it's at
First time I seen a 30 strip couldn't look back
All designer niggas think I punch bitch I push pack
Sittin in trap, know where I'm at, pull to the back
Come to the door, you know the knock, then I hit the latch
If I ain't there go and shop wit Lo he got a fire batch
Never too far, you got them blues I can get em back
Me and Jay Juice, bitch get on yo knees like I'm Jesus
Baby you ain't gotta say no prayer, Imma bless you

I might fuck around and pop out don't call me Polo G
Put a bitch nigga in a bag like some groceries
My big brother hit that nigga up and he told on me
You ain't slide for yo big bro don't put him on a tee
My brody put a hole in his head, sumn like a dolphin
Bitch all I see is green paper like I play for Boston
OH Ten chain wet as hell, it came wit a faucet
All that shit talkin on the net, gone make you a target