Insane

Lyrics

[Verse 1: ElCamino] I had the 40 in my stash house Robbed my own uncle for a half ounce The army green Benz truck [?] when you think fly niggas, you think us The illest Versace you ever seen I'm 22, out of touch [?] Got my regrets, but this cuban on my chest, nigga Yo this shit look so fly The watch on my wrist and thousand dollar kicks I was just down on my dick Hitting licks out my mama crib Yo getting it how I live That's why I tell it how it is I remember serving nicks, now every verse is like a pound I flip Tryna get rich, ain't worried 'bout a bitch They gon' be there, long as my [?] don't fold Long as I'm major steppin [?] looking sketchy Young nigga still pushing [?] [?] my bitches sexy [Chorus: ElCamino] They think it's all good, til I come through with the chopper, get to airing out they hood They think this shit a game, til them hollo tips is in they brain They say I'm ucking insane They think it's all good, til I come through with the chopper, get to airing out they hood They think this shit a game, til them hollo tips is in they brain They say I'm ucking insane [Verse 2: ElCamino] I'm hit man with the 40's I'm just thuggin in my 40's I feel like [?] juice [?] Bentley Coupes Gotta do what you gotta do I'm a man of my word I sold rocks on the curbe I had the 5th in my [?] I was fucking up the scale Had [?] for sail I stashed the dimes in my [?] I did so much wrong, I hope the lord don't send me to Hell Fiends coming to the house [?] tryna kick me out I had to get it out the mud Ain't nobody show me love [Chorus: ElCamino] They think it's all good, til I come through with the chopper, get to airing out they hood They think this shit a game, til them hollo tips is in they brain They say I'm ucking insane They think it's all good, til I come through with the chopper, get to airing out they hood They think this shit a game, til them hollo tips is in they brain They say I'm ucking insane [Verse 3: Conway the Machine] Camino, yo, they think it's all good, bro Like we ain't got bannanna clips to air out they hood, bro Every city I go to, I bring out the wolves, yo I do what I want, you niggas do what y'all could [?] squeezing with the pump [?] need a reason to dump Don't believe me if you want I'm eegger to let the nina ring and leave the nigga slumped Counting hundreds while I'm steaming up the blunt That bitch [?] want my penis [?] I could buy a new foreign every season if I want Might park the machine right where I used to pump Still keep [?] in the trunk Only [?] in the front Told you the K's Russian Talking wreckless on Twitter, I seen him, he say it's nothing Soda in the pot, got the yay fluffing My shooters can't wait to spray something, nigga [Chorus: ElCamino] They think it's all good, til I come through with the chopper, get to airing out they hood They think this shit a game, til them hollo tips is in they brain They say I'm ucking insane They think it's all good, til I come through with the chopper, get to airing out they hood They think this shit a game, til them hollo tips is in they brain They say I'm ucking insane