KRAZY

[Intro]
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah uh, yeah, gang, go, go, go, go

[Verse One: Splitzismyname]
I got the game wrapped up
Red Bottom my jeans, never gave no fuck
This bitch on my line, told her shut the fuck up
I pull up with Glocks, that nigga gon' duck
Pull up with the stompers, you getting snuck
Pull up to your block, and I got a buck
And just like a chicken, nigga go cluck
I whip in that Tonka, whip in that truck
Pull up on block, I got the bands, bands, bands, bands
Nigga don't know what I'm sayin'
Pull up on block, slide the opps
Pull up on your bitch, she suckin' my cock
Walk in that bitch with my cutter
I'm dumpin' these bodies, one after another
That's my dawg, that's my brother
If I cannot find him, I shoot at his mother
I got the Glock on me
The chopper on me, I'll make it sing
The diamonds on me and thеy go bling bling
Look at lil' brodie, he wanna be mе
I can't see my haters just like Stevie
He slide on my block, put him on TV
That bitch is so stupid, she think she played me
These niggas they hate me, they wanna hang me
I go with the flow, I kick in the bell
That nigga, he broke, he talk through zelle
That nigga gon' snitch, that nigga gon' tell
Make that nigga fly, that nigga propel
An FN on me if a nigga want beef
He talk on the net, nigga, we can go meet
The .38 on me and now he asleep
The VVS diamonds all these niggas see
I'm finna slide through
I got the diamonds all over my wrist
The [?] diamonds I spent on my bitch
Put a beam on the Glock and that's why I don't miss
I pull up to his block and I'm lighting his shit
And that nigga a pussy, bitch he got a clit
And we getting real lit and we lighting this shit
And I chill at his crib and I'm piping his bitch (Let's Go)

[Verse Two: AceeMP3]
I got a shooter, he making it hit
Talking too dirty, get hit with the clip
We making him run, yeah we making him dip
Yeah, I'm fucking this bitch and I nut on her lip
I'm all in the kitty, I play with her cat
N- talk crazy, get hit with the MAC
We ain't playing no games, we pull up and scrap
We spinnin' your block and we making it lag
I'm getting the bag and I'm fuckin' it up
I'm sippin' this codeine, it's making me stuck
You pull up on us and you gonna get struck
He tried to run, but he ran out of luck
You talk on the net, but you not gonna show
You still tryna rap, but you stealin' my flow
I got a Glock and I'm letting it blow
Talk shit on Splitz and he's upping the pole
She lovin' on me cause I'm doing her better
I got a Glock and it's under my sweater
Your bitch is obsessed cause she's sending me letters
She all up [?] cause I'm making her wetter (Wetter)