Talkin Crazy

[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)
What up, Wayne?
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
You know what the fuck goin' on
Yeah, we sippin' real Hi-Tech, nigga
They thought— aight

[Verse]
This a 41 millimeter
Niggas petty, buyin' ones, pouring milliliters
I got a zip of dog stronger than some skillet cleaner
I ain't got time to box with you, I be killin' people
Take a nigga life without asking, I be stealin' people
I can fuck a bitch sister raw, bet she still'll eat it
I got an old K longer than little people
This pint of red done turned brown on me, I'm still gon' drink it
You can't bе sayin' Ghetto Boyz if you ain't write Peezy
I'm finna go on Livernois and sеrve these white people
By myself in a 550, I don't like people
I'ma pop you if you try me, I just told you I don't fight people
If the pussy smell good, then I might eat it
Hurry up and grab this pint from me, bro, I might drink it
Finna buy a 42 'Dweller and let Mike keep it
Hit your block with a K with the scope, call it sightseeing
I don't think I'm from this planet, I'm an astronaut
I'll throw my whole career away, bro, pass the Glock
If you seen me with Lou, I was probably grabbin' Wock'
Put a deuce in a twenty-ounce Sprite and pour out half the pop
I was just posted on Fenton with a bag of rocks
Now I wake up in the morning bored, I might go grab a watch
I got an Arab who paid the high for these, you don't have to shop
You can still die, nigga, I don't care how many straps you got
I just made a lot of money, then I got bored
And, no, I'm not rich yet, but I'm not poor
Stop talkin' 'bout you slidin' in them songs, you did not score
Five niggas tried to jump on me, I shot four
Then I had to whip the other nigga ass
Eighty racks just on grass, you move another nigga bag
My side bitch called tryin' to fuck, her other nigga mad
Catch me on Greenfield at Golden Sun, hundred in the bag
Can't take the opps serious, them niggas dropped a hundred and I laughed
I ain't gon' lie, I take Percocets 'cause I be cummin' fast
You tryna spend ten thou' right now? I'm comin' fast
If I see an opp out and I ain't strapped, I'ma punch his ass
The pint of red was talkin' back to me, I drunk his ass
I'm still tryna fuck big booty Ari with her ugly ass
Don't know what kinda car I might get in, but it's somethin' fast
If I drop a hundred shots and they don't drop, then I'm comin' back
You ran a hundred up off EDD, you better thank Trump
Bitch ain't take a shower 'fore we fuck, she a stank butt
I just had two pints of juice, it got drank up
Me and Mike put the city on our back, y'all gotta thank us
Niggas mad, been rapping ten years and they ain't saved up
Now it's ten racks to get us on a track, I know they hate us
You know this shit-talkin' shit ain't—aight
You know this shit-talk— aight
You know this shit-talkin' ain't free, they gotta pay up
Just pull up and count the money up, the work weighed up
Two hundred racks off just rap, it took eight months
Two hundred Blacks back to back, I got great lungs
The way that bitch suck dick, she got eight tongues
Bitch keep the same panties on, she got eight thongs
Dropped an EP and made three hundred thousand off eight songs
My bitch titties fake, lips fake, and she got fake buns
Was finna shoot, then I passed bro the rock, he did a layup
We just popped an opp up at eight o'clock, fucked his day up
High off drank, but when I take Percocets, it help me stay up
I need this lil' nigga popped up, I hit Lil Tay up
Would you believe me if I told you I was sippin' red?
Would you believe me if I told you all the shit I did?
Would you believe me if I told you I fucked her and ain't get the head?
Bitch sent a whole paragraph, I left the bitch on read
Tryna sleep with six hoes tonight, I need a bigger bed
I'll have Lil E chase you down, he got little legs
Bitch left me on stuck, I had little dreads
Now my money long, hair long, I got bigger bands
Tryna carry hundred K in dubs, I need bigger pants
You still tryna run a ten up, you need bigger plans, nigga

[Outro]
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
You know what the fuck going on
Free the whole ghetto, nigga