Aye
Ooh, Sam killed it (whoa)
I'm finna talk crazy
I'm finna talk crazy
I'm finna talk crazy
Nigga, I'm finna talk
What's good, what?
I'm finna talk crazy, told her if she wanna suck my dick, don't do it lazy
I started smoking more 'cause I ain't get myself lately
Gave her dick and blocked her on the gram, I think she kinda hate me
Take a nigga's trap away like he disobeyed me
I can't forget the 260 'cause it really made me
I gotta keep a strap close, can't let a nigga take me
Chop a hidden nigga in his head and turn his brains to gravy, ayy
It's just the way I feel, knock a nigga hair off his head like he Lil' Bill
This bitch runnin' from the dick, I tore her hold still
To chop her heart or solve a nigga's problems like it's Dr. Phil
Ayy, I just rap for fun, chew a nigga up and blow his ass like some bubble gum
Bro, nigga's somethin' that I always stayed away from
All I did was turn on my song and I made her cum
Ayy, who on my team for real?
I'll take a nigga up the top like a Ferris wheel
Out here crossing niggas up like I'm Bradley Beal
You can't break the gold heart, nigga, 'cause it's made of steel
If I ever get locked, boy, I'm not gon' squeal
I don't take this hitter, nigga, body, now you mentally ill
It's my boy, check up, nigga, pass me the pill
Like I said, I'm in this rap shit 'til I get me a meal
Ayy, nigga, I'm in a different bag
Hit a nigga with Glock 40, make a nigga lie
Nigga, it's that ghost shit, nigga
You know what the fuck going on
I'm finna talk crazy
I'm finna talk crazy
I'm finna talk crazy
Nigga, I'm finna talk
What's good, what?
I'm finna talk crazy, told her if she wanna suck my dick, don't do it lazy
I started smoking more 'cause I ain't get myself lately
Gave her dick and blocked her on the gram, I think she kinda hate me
Take a nigga's trap away like he disobeyed me
I can't forget the 260 'cause it really made me
I gotta keep a strap close, can't let a nigga take me
Chop a hidden nigga in his head and turn his brains to gravy, ayy
It's just the way I feel, knock a nigga hair off his head like he Lil' Bill
This bitch runnin' from the dick, I tore her hold still
To chop her heart or solve a nigga's problems like it's Dr. Phil
Ayy, I just rap for fun, chew a nigga up and blow his ass like some bubble gum
Bro, nigga's somethin' that I always stayed away from
All I did was turn on my song and I made her cum
Ayy, who on my team for real?
I'll take a nigga up the top like a Ferris wheel
Out here crossing niggas up like I'm Bradley Beal
You can't break the gold heart, nigga, 'cause it's made of steel
If I ever get locked, boy, I'm not gon' squeal
I don't take this hitter, nigga, body, now you mentally ill
It's my boy, check up, nigga, pass me the pill
Like I said, I'm in this rap shit 'til I get me a meal
Ayy, nigga, I'm in a different bag
Hit a nigga with Glock 40, make a nigga lie
Nigga, it's that ghost shit, nigga
You know what the fuck going on
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Writer(s): Luh Jlo
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