KRAZYMAN

Lyrics

[Intro] I just counted 200 cash in bulletproof Tahoe, nigga Come get with me This shit a Vulture cartel, you know why? Because we got bitches, money, and drugs Top floor penthouse on Collins, nigga [?], Persian rug My fuckin' neck and my wrist look like broke glass, nigga Play with my fuckin' V's, we gon' turn a murder around this bitch We got monkey nuts and antennas around this bitch What's up? [Verse 1] Yeah, why they choose to act like who ain't with it? (Why they choose to act like who ain't with it?) Fuck what nigga say, I run my city, millionaire still in the trenches (Millionaire still in the trenches) I took a loss before but I got busy (I took a loss beforе but I got busy) And jump back in the trap like it ain't happen, my wholе hood know a niggas reckless (My whole hood know a niggas reckless) Flew her out for one day, on God, I ain't give her nothin' (Yeah) Fuckin' this thot, it's first night, on God, all I did was slut her (Yeah) Throw them V's up till I freeze up, go crazy 'bout my brother (Go crazy 'bout my brother) I know I fuck niggas hoes, how the fuck am I gon' trust 'em? Yeah, vulture see that roll that weed up bitches leaches (Roll that weed up bitches leaches) Yeah, she a eater, nasty hoe who take it easy (Nasty hoe who take it easy) Yeah, savage in my blood, shit, I hope niggas see it (I hope niggas see it) Bro don't give no fucks, kill niggas in front they people Buy her what she want just 'cause that pussy Fiji (Yeah) Yeah, trappin' like a trap start kick her out in Yeezys (Kick her out in Yeezys) Yeah, M.I.A. with choppas, see me when you see me (See me when you see me) Love my bitch to death, she dark, I call her Reese's (I call her Reese's) Fuck you niggas think? You hear that choppa ringin' Yeah, I don't touch my profits till I make a payment (Till I make a payment) Yeah, she know I'm a savage, she wanna have a baby (She wanna have a baby) Yeah, bitch know I'm a vulture, I ain't no fuckin' raven (I ain't no fuckin' raven) [Bridge] Bitch, I been hood rich, nigga Still comin' through the projects For forty thousand in my pocket at the dice game You understand? Drippin' lemon pepper on these Hermès seats In the back of the Cullinan [Verse 2] Yeah, bro, don't catch no feelings, all he caught was cases (All he caught was cases) My new whip matt black, the world gon' think I'm racist (They gon' think I'm racist) Yeah, I treat dimes like nickels, my new bitch from Haiti (My new bitch from Haiti) Yeah, smokin' on some good gas, they gon' think I'm racin' (They gon' think I'm racin') Yeah, watch them killers brothers like he came in Navy (Yeah) Yeah, I ain't got no choice I feel like my haters made me (I feel like my haters made me) Yeah, bitch I'm from New Orleans like I'm Wayne 'n baby (Yeah) L.A. with the Lakers, you get killed for fakin' (You get killed for fakin')