Crazy P why u got Lean in your Sprite
Crazy P why u smoking day and night
Yeah why you wanna make it right
Why you so tight, Crazy P why u always have to fight
Crazy P why u got Lean in your Sprite
Crazy P why u smoking day and night
Yeah why you wanna make it right
Why you so tight, Crazy P why u always have to fight
Why you going so hard on the newschool
Well sucker cuz i learned from the oldschool
Is it a trapper, or could it be a whiteboy
Naw sucker issa rapper with some skills boy
Im smoking woods with the homie Karlito
He plugged me up yeah with the amigo
But he dont like the Migos and there he goes
And there I go switching up my flows like my hoes
Fool tell me what are those
And why do u have coke in your nose
Yeah why dont you smoke like my hoes
Yeah we out here trappin like we in the atl
My homie just stole an atm
Yeah and my other homie smoking to some eminem
Homeboy beat some suckers up yeah f*ck them
And i just wrote with MCren hell yeah
Hoe you wanna f*ck she like hell yeah
Crazy P out here raisin hell ringing hells bells
I got love for the homie Billy Sorrels
This shit get too intense i think its time to stop
I think its time to hop right in that droptop
Got on my tanktop call me CJ
This bitch hate me but she gave me a BJ
Sucker you aint who we are yeah you aint no star
While you f*ckup im on my way to a superstar
Know this, they see me heading out of focus
Ah too late Im getting kinda large you know this
Im bound to make my bones Im tapping into that coldness
Says she wants to be the new coldness Cuz the luck he brings is just goalness
Im just statin these facts
Givin these Vets some heart attacks they fadin to the black
I know they go for sure no more dmack cuz you know you whack
I let Joe go proud of that
Batman on the fast attack
Snoop dogg drop them on the backs they bones are broke the skill they lack
Doubletime, yall f*ckers on the beatline
No more luck yall whaistin up my time
Fool hit the swing take my shine
He down for the count love my grind
No matter what the cause is
Takin no loses, first thing in my army
Dunno what to call me
Gonna wanna battle loadin up the arnies
7up the T now better get up off me
Yall need to change up all your textes
Faithless really bad CGI graphics
Fadin to the black ones screams in action
Such a fool aint nuthin but ramen
Dont even think yall can match up
2 left feet yall better pack up
Yall so low yall better stack up
If u think your ballin gesture up
Okay lets go
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Crazy P why u got Lean in your Sprite
Crazy P why u smoking day and night
Yeah why you wanna make it right
Why you so tight, Crazy P why u always have to fight
Crazy P why u got Lean in your Sprite
Crazy P why u smoking day and night
Yeah why you wanna make it right
Why you so tight, Crazy P why u always have to fight
Why you going so hard on the newschool
Well sucker cuz i learned from the oldschool
Is it a trapper, or could it be a whiteboy
Naw sucker issa rapper with some skills boy
Im smoking woods with the homie Karlito
He plugged me up yeah with the amigo
But he dont like the Migos and there he goes
And there I go switching up my flows like my hoes
Fool tell me what are those
And why do u have coke in your nose
Yeah why dont you smoke like my hoes
Yeah we out here trappin like we in the atl
My homie just stole an atm
Yeah and my other homie smoking to some eminem
Homeboy beat some suckers up yeah f*ck them
And i just wrote with MCren hell yeah
Hoe you wanna f*ck she like hell yeah
Crazy P out here raisin hell ringing hells bells
I got love for the homie Billy Sorrels
This shit get too intense i think its time to stop
I think its time to hop right in that droptop
Got on my tanktop call me CJ
This bitch hate me but she gave me a BJ
Sucker you aint who we are yeah you aint no star
While you f*ckup im on my way to a superstar
Know this, they see me heading out of focus
Ah too late Im getting kinda large you know this
Im bound to make my bones Im tapping into that coldness
Says she wants to be the new coldness Cuz the luck he brings is just goalness
Im just statin these facts
Givin these Vets some heart attacks they fadin to the black
I know they go for sure no more dmack cuz you know you whack
I let Joe go proud of that
Batman on the fast attack
Snoop dogg drop them on the backs they bones are broke the skill they lack
Doubletime, yall f*ckers on the beatline
No more luck yall whaistin up my time
Fool hit the swing take my shine
He down for the count love my grind
No matter what the cause is
Takin no loses, first thing in my army
Dunno what to call me
Gonna wanna battle loadin up the arnies
7up the T now better get up off me
Yall need to change up all your textes
Faithless really bad CGI graphics
Fadin to the black ones screams in action
Such a fool aint nuthin but ramen
Dont even think yall can match up
2 left feet yall better pack up
Yall so low yall better stack up
If u think your ballin gesture up
Okay lets go
Crazy P why u smoking day and night
Yeah why you wanna make it right
Why you so tight, Crazy P why u always have to fight
Crazy P why u got Lean in your Sprite
Crazy P why u smoking day and night
Yeah why you wanna make it right
Why you so tight, Crazy P why u always have to fight
Why you going so hard on the newschool
Well sucker cuz i learned from the oldschool
Is it a trapper, or could it be a whiteboy
Naw sucker issa rapper with some skills boy
Im smoking woods with the homie Karlito
He plugged me up yeah with the amigo
But he dont like the Migos and there he goes
And there I go switching up my flows like my hoes
Fool tell me what are those
And why do u have coke in your nose
Yeah why dont you smoke like my hoes
Yeah we out here trappin like we in the atl
My homie just stole an atm
Yeah and my other homie smoking to some eminem
Homeboy beat some suckers up yeah f*ck them
And i just wrote with MCren hell yeah
Hoe you wanna f*ck she like hell yeah
Crazy P out here raisin hell ringing hells bells
I got love for the homie Billy Sorrels
This shit get too intense i think its time to stop
I think its time to hop right in that droptop
Got on my tanktop call me CJ
This bitch hate me but she gave me a BJ
Sucker you aint who we are yeah you aint no star
While you f*ckup im on my way to a superstar
Know this, they see me heading out of focus
Ah too late Im getting kinda large you know this
Im bound to make my bones Im tapping into that coldness
Says she wants to be the new coldness Cuz the luck he brings is just goalness
Im just statin these facts
Givin these Vets some heart attacks they fadin to the black
I know they go for sure no more dmack cuz you know you whack
I let Joe go proud of that
Batman on the fast attack
Snoop dogg drop them on the backs they bones are broke the skill they lack
Doubletime, yall f*ckers on the beatline
No more luck yall whaistin up my time
Fool hit the swing take my shine
He down for the count love my grind
No matter what the cause is
Takin no loses, first thing in my army
Dunno what to call me
Gonna wanna battle loadin up the arnies
7up the T now better get up off me
Yall need to change up all your textes
Faithless really bad CGI graphics
Fadin to the black ones screams in action
Such a fool aint nuthin but ramen
Dont even think yall can match up
2 left feet yall better pack up
Yall so low yall better stack up
If u think your ballin gesture up
Okay lets go
Writer: Peter Tountov
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid