paroles de chanson Crazy - Q Da Fool

Can't tell me nothin' but my brother, nigga
(What up, Moe?)
(EJ is a nat, bitch)
(Huh? What you talkin' 'bout?)
(DJ 837, let's get it)

Ain't no switchin' with my niggas, we always gon' stick together
Tryna buy a couple houses, so I don't got time to settle
But I still tote that metal, make your family use that shovel
And my nigga was a shooter, so I know he with the devil
Pray for me, it's a killer on the loose
Caught the nigga in the rain, now I got blood on my boots
I'm a thug, I'm a troop
I think I need to buy a suit
The way I'm handlin' this bitch, I'm tryna win, not tryna lose
Picture on the news, nigga got me confused
And I ain't chasin' bitches 'cause these bitches like to choose
I like fuckin' bitches, I like buyin' expensive shoes
I don't love the bitch, but I might cover that bitch with jewels
I know y'all tired of these niggas, you listen to Q, you listen to Nuk
You buyin' lean from them niggas, you
Ain't sippin' no real, you sippin' that fu
Head fucked up, can't follow no rules
Just can't stop playin' with them tools
I done shot my first gun, I think that shit done sparked a few
Bitch, hop off my paper, just take me to where the money at
Givenchy everything, me and the plug in the projects
Rich Shoota's got a policy, we don't allow rats
When I see you, I'ma squeeze it out, no need for the phone threats
Shootin' everybody, we be on that
Shit been goin' too smooth, I think my phone tapped
Ain't have to tell 'em I was 'bout to get 'em, he should've known that
And it's crazy how these niggas chillin' with some known rats

Fuck with 'em
That's why I ain't with real niggas
I ain't with them hot niggas