Crazy Ain’t It

Lyrics

[Intro] (Viper) [Verse 1: Duffy] Ayy, tell these niggas stop playin', these niggas crazy Think a nigga fakin', he was so sadly mistaken I see them niggas hatin', they don't never see no Franklins I'm nervous and anxious, I ain't never had no patience It's kind of crazy, ain't it? Yeah, I know, I hate to break it to you Go and get a bag, 'cause for surely, we ain't waitin' for you Hangin' with the Plug, then you bound to start breakin' bitches All the opps gay, that's a shame if you hangin' with 'em Let me show you niggas how it's done, like the real way You ain't got no dough, you ain't comin' in the first place Actin' like police, beat it, bro, I'm with thе gunplay I might quit rappin', like fuck this whole new mixtapе [Chorus: Duffy] Shit, nigga The Stinc Team still run LA, it's kind of crazy, ain't it? Huh Ridin' with shaneyney on my hip, ain't no safety on it, nigga Yeah Big bank buddah on my neck, it's kind of crazy, ain't it? (Huh, nigga) Tell a lil' bitch Percs first, I'm straight up with it [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] It's crazy, ain't it? You thought the Stincs was finna fold? Why you actin' so bold? Oh, you hang around the cops, huh? What's up with niggas? You think you finna know when a body drop? Chalk zone, a bald old head [?] wildin' out Waitin' at his bitch house and catch him while he by himself Chops out, niggas get dramatic, I think he pissed his self Nina Ross holdin' down my jeans, I don't need no belt [?], I just side swiped him Hundiddy dropped on his block, he called the cops on me That mark is a Buster Douglas too, we just John Doe'd him I like the Peach but it's better in a cream soda Yeah, I could give you dick, shorty, but don't take no photos I'm a cold demon, bitch, so cold I could never cuff a broke bitch and take her from a loser Pockets filled up in VVs, yeah, pops on us Stinc Team came, we got Glocks, damn, where his socks? [Chorus: Duffy] Yeah, nigga The Stinc Team still run LA, it's kind of crazy, ain't it? Huh Ridin' with shaneyney on my hip, ain't no safety on it (Safety on it, nigga) Yeah Big bank buddah on my neck, it's kind of crazy, ain't it? (Huh, nigga) Tell a lil' bitch Percs first, I'm straight up with it [Verse 3: Ralfy the Plug] Them Percs first, go to work, I'm straight up with her I'm rich 'cause he just wanna get paid to lay up with her Plug literally get in the booth, wake up, shred Interested in gettin' money, you better pay attention "Ralfy, you [?], you be stranglin' bitches" If you get the diamonds from any angle, they hittin' The Plug be droppin' heat, they just be waitin' on music Stinc Team run LA, we just let y'all use it The Plug [Chorus: Duffy] Yeah, nigga The Stinc Team still run LA, it's kind of crazy, ain't it? Huh Ridin' with shaneyney on my hip, ain't no safety on it (Safety on it, nigga) Yeah Big bank buddah on my neck, it's kind of crazy, ain't it? (Huh, nigga) Tell a lil' bitch Percs first, I'm straight up with it