Lunatic (feat. Jcash) Video (MV)

We lunatics with ruler clips got rugers bitch but don't use the shit
Gotta 5-7 on some newer shit but I just wanna chopper with the cooling kit
Say the block hot so I'm cooling it
See the Opp stop then I noodle shit
Turn yo drop top to a pool of shit
And if you not shot I part 2 the shit
Let them glocks pop you got deuces to grip
You can check the score it's like bookoo to zip
Call my phone tryna choose & repent
But I play it cool like I'm judice & shit
Loser lil bitch
Totin high points like a stupid lil bitch & I don't f*ck with that
F*ck what you heard bitch I'm back on the map
I'm sellin all these straps out the trap

I'm sellin all of these straps out the trap
My name is YC and I'm havin them racks
I got the stick and my bro got the Mac
I'm smokin on cookies in back of the bach
You niggas ain't makin noise need to quit
I gotta Ak boy you can get hit
I spent a 4 piece to hold up my jeans
My neck stay on froze it's about 10 degrees

Yeah

I gotta run up them racks
I gotta get it right back
I heard that searchin in front of the party so we Comin in through the back
I f*ck that bitch if she bad
I gave her a Percocet just to relax
Diamonds they clear like some glass
F*ck nigga try me in here he get whacked
These niggas can't get no pass I'm sippin on quali cuz ain't no more act
I'm strapped up like Tommy from power
The work it get gone in a hour
I'm smokin on cookies it's sour
I got yo bitch suckin dick on her knees
I'm not a rat but I'm chasin cheese

Lemme holla at em real quick YC
But I'm OT at the Texaco
Niggas just waitin for the text to go
Snuck the pistol in the club like Plastico
This ain't practice hoe I been doin this shit
Moving them bricks with uzi on hip
Talk on my niggas we shootin yo shit
Hundred round drum shoot a movie and shit
And he say he on blocks he be snoozing and shit
Cap of the trap got racks & them packs
My workers be juugin they snatch yo whole sack
I'm up in the trenches I trap with a Mac
I be whippin a bowl like Endovua crack
Got a FN and it come with the strap
Another pistol put that on my lap
I f*ck on yo bitch in my Gucci backpack
The way that I trap
Need Gucci face tats
Something more subtle like two thangs of act
So stay with it on me in case it's a trap
Gotta get mines & I gotta get racks
F*ck whatchu heard bitch we back on the map

F*ck whatchu heard bitch we back on the map
You don't want no problems stop actin like that
I'm with them robbers we came for the safe
I'm fresh like a stylist designer no Bape

Yeah

I gotta run up them racks
I gotta get it right back
I heard that searchin in front of the party so we Comin in through the back
I f*ck that bitch if she bad
I gave her a Percocet just to relax
Diamonds they clear like some glass
F*ck nigga try me in here he get whacked
These niggas can't get no pass I'm sippin on quali cuz ain't no more act
I'm strapped up like Tommy from power
The work it get gone in a hour
I'm smokin on cookies it's sour