Crazy

Lyrics

Imma sip this lean then imma lean back Your bitch on my dick she like "Q just relax" Bitch I'm on the box, I can't even leave the trap Bitch you on my cock, but you like to hang with rats I stay with 20 bands now a nigga feeling arrogant Me and money married, you play with me get carried I got a bitch like Fergie, she suck my dick real early When my daddy died damn I felt just like a surgeon Damn that shit it really hurt me I know you want me to [?] I know you want me killed walk the ops I'm really a street nigga fuck a op RIP [?] 'cause we had to drop I love my family 'cause they're the only ones that ever had me Imma stay ten toes and run my bands up Feds told me put my hands up, I ain't 'bout to be in handcuffs You know I got to get the fuck, get the fuck Gas coming on the plane on the bus I don't really want fame and the [?] I just want a whole lot of money to touch I got caught with the pistol, I been chilling lately But you know I love my pistol, that's my fuckin baby All these guns around me, man I think Im going crazy I'm going crazy, I think I'm going crazy I got shooters round me, nigga they be going crazy Catching bodies every day, this shit will be you crazy Crazy, man my niggas crazy Pray for me, I swear they got my niggas crazy Free Lil Mar got locked up down the road Brother he a shooter he ain't never froze His commissary thick 'cause he ain't tell a soul Your commissary don't get a cent 'cause you bitched out and told Keep asking questions, bitch I don't know They ain't 'bout to have Q Da Fool on death row I play the game smart bitch, like a chess board I'm 'bout to pop a xan, even 'bout to press record nigga