CRAZY ROUTE

I can teach you how to stunt
This that 101
Hit the club some of these
Might just leave with something
Bleed the block don't come home
If you ain't making nothing
I done slept on the floor
Tryna secure something
You want them hoes
But they only want the Big Bank
Boss up or forever be a lil pup
When I buck get them hoes off the Damn leash
Bitch settle down
You now rocking with a damn beast
I smack the beat
You thought this rapping from a Athlete
Sneaky bitch
She gon show me where the cash be
No five figure she gon lay it in my left palm No alarm big charms I'm The next one
Predictable man this summer I'm Invincible Gotta learn to switch it up Add new principles
Elevate give a fuck how these niggas Feeling Learn every aspect so I can Make a killing
I ain't crashing give a fuck what they Talking bout

Dedicated
I can't wait up on the next man
Steps ahead
Yeah my cousin
George Jetson
Give a fuck
I'm the shit
In my section

Is it ice or
The whips
Why you hate me now
A lot of niggas in the field
But they can't make it out
Give a fuck how you talk you can't Man it out

When they gonna admit I really run A crazy route
Huh
Huh
Run a crazy route
Give a fuck what was said
I can't make it out
Yeah them niggas in the bleachers
So they hating now
Give a fuck how you feel
I can point it out

I'm in your city what's the goal
Dog blue and fifties
Might squeeze a bitch in
If I can hit my goals
Only run it on the fluke
She don't know my home
Like the way I handle candle
So she want a light.

She said baby daddy bummy
He ain't gone never leave
I don't never lie to mines
We in a different league
Said she gotta plan it out before she Meet a G
It get frisky with them hoes you Better keep it G
And if you really in the field
You better bring a piece
Niggas dying over hoes
That's not my story though
Mission get the cream flip doe
Stack them Oreos
Circle smaller than a lego head
Get that mayo boy
And stack your bread

Fuck them niggas
Boy learn that hustle
And get them pockets fed
Flip them profits what's a plug to a Socket They think that hatin' gon' Stop it
Nigga I'm done being modest
I'm in the realm with the hottest
I ain't switching the topic
I just come with new logic
I'm on the road like I'm Sonic
I think my shoes is iconic
I kick shit with the best
like I just pose for a comic
Credits score like I'm Connor
Used to swim with piranhas
Until I climb to new comas
Nigga I'm done with the dramas
My focus on mommas
Yeah,
What
My focus on mommas nigga

Is it ice or the whips
Why you hate me now
A lot of niggas in the field
But they can't make it out
Give a fuck how you talk you can't Man it out
When they gone admit
I really run a crazy route
Huh
Huh
Run a crazy route
Give a fuck what was said
I can't make it out
Yeah them niggas in the bleachers
So they hatin' now
Give a fuck how you feel
I can point it out



Credits
Writer(s): John Tidwell
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