Damn, Cuz
Ayy, Cuz, walk out the door, right now
Here I come, here I come, right now (On-on-on gang shit)
(JonnyTurnItUp)
I'm goin' crazy
I'm goin' crazy
I'm goin' crazy
Hop in that old school thing, drag race it
Keep chains on my neck like a slave
I don't fuck with niggas, my only friends dead white folks
Man, I feel like I'm racist
So now niggas hate me (Fuck 'em)
I'm counting up, poppin' big shit on the daily (Pop shit, pop shit)
I used to be broke 'til I stopped being lazy
Now my pockets on fat like they pregnant with babies
I can smile at yo' bitch, watch your lil' ho go crazy (Ice, ice)
I get pussy for free and you lil' niggas paying (Trippin')
You wifing these hoes like a game on a plane (Game)
If she bad, I might walk up and ask for her number
But nah, I won't chase her (Nope)
Sticks at location (Let's go)
I'm hot (Hot-hot, hot-hot)
Play with the gang, make a whore film up on your block like a sci-fi (Fah-fah)
Rocks in my chain, different color like sci-fi
Bitch, I'm the truest around this bitch, so why not? (Why not, no cap)
Make a dove disappear in the mall like wa-la (Blow this shit)
Quay got all the drops and the hits, tell him, "No time" (Sorry)
So I gave him a dub, all blue and a high-five (Blue racks)
I'm goin' crazy (Ayy, 'preciate you)
Been counting lot of paper (Frrt)
Fucking all red while you niggas still savin' (Savin')
Trap run the soul, hyping folks on the radar (Ayy)
I'm cutitin' up on niggas, I feel like I'm Jason (Yeah, yeah)
I'm goin' crazy (Dummy)
Hop in that old school thing, drag race it (Skrrt, skrrt)
Keep chains on my neck like a slave
I don't fuck with niggas, my only friends dead white folks
Man, I feel like I'm racist (Feel like I'm racist)
I'm goin' crazy (Yeah)
Yeah, I ain't stopping, so don't try to stop me (Uh, uh)
Said I couldn't do it, said this shit was impossible (Uh)
But I still went did it, bitch, I feel like Kim Possible (Kim)
All the bad bitches love Fizzle, young pappi (Thotty, thotty)
I took a nigga bitch with this shit on my collar
Keep the best in the city, so my trap house rockin' (Bitch, yeah)
Pull on my block, heavy traffic like Paulie (Heavy traffic like Paulie)
Free the whole gang, got them 201 popular (Popular)
Free all my dogs out the motherfuckin' Feds (Free the gang, step on 'em, step on 'em)
My lil' one keep catching add-ons (Uh-huh, uh-huh) and they orange, so now he locked down in the box wearing red (Wearing red, got them racks)
I came from the bottom, I ain't going back (Uh-uh, uh-uh), so every time you see me I'm on niggas head (Go, talk to 'em, talk to 'em)
I came from the bottom, I ain't going back, so every time you see me I'm on niggas head (Go, talk to 'em)
I'm goin' crazy (Ayy, go on, talk to 'em)
Been counting lot of paper (Big Grape)
Fucking all red while you niggas still savin' (Yeah)
Trap run the soul, hyping folks on the radar (Yeah)
I'm cutitin' up on niggas, I feel like I'm Jason (Yeah, yeah)
I'm goin' crazy (Yeah, I'm goin' crazy)
Hop in that old school thing, drag race it (Skrrt, skrrt)
Keep chains on my neck like a slave
I don't fuck with niggas, my only friends dead white folks
Man, I feel like I'm racist (Feel like I'm racist)
Rack
Fuck you niggas, count 'em
All they funds come here
I'm goin' crazy (I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' dumb, on granny)
I'm goin' crazy (I'm goin' crazy with all this money)
Big Grape
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