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Drip on the beat
What's the methodology?
Deep down all I ever wanted was some money, want partners
In a blacked out 'Rari and a crib for my mama
Now a nigga go and get it either way it go
No switch, I'm half a teacher, motherfucker, no problem
Keep a bunch of loud weed, nigga, ayy
Bunch of nines 'round me, nigga, ayy
If you with your people start jumpin' on shit
Start a fuckin' moshpit or a movement if you need to
One, two, three, nigga, go crazy
Hit the blunt so hard did a full 180
Just for the record can't nann' nigga pay me
Lean got the car creepin', drivin' Miss Daisy
Pull up to the money like, "Fuck you, pay me"
They killin' niggas nowadays, could die young anyway
Like Tre, whole world go crazy
Whole world go crazy
Whole world go crazy
I slam off the porch with my pistol, my partners, homie
Been fuckin' your bitch, she took all my Tommy
Don't you ever hit me 'less you got a problem
Been sleepin' so plush on this Murakami
Mass amount of Muh-sake, signed a deal, I'm 'luminati
Took my papa life, it still haunt me
Day to day where I be drinkin' sloppy
Poppin' pills, feel just a fuckin' zombie
I don't really think they like me, mama
MAC-11 or they call me Johnny
Always makin' money, I'm in love with countin'
And the pussy wet, it's like a fuckin' fountain
Money counter, money counter, stack it up just like a mountain
I got dogs you can't be around
Percocet is kickin' in now
I said I talk tough 'cause I been in the house
Where the guns came out and they live in the couch
To find work or they unemployed
Have my mama face down wiped by the toys
Told her give up the stash, she ain't have a choice
So she point out the stash, I ain't have a voice
Only two, what's a youngin to do?
These facts, I'm just speakin' the truth
Livin' the proof, hop off the stoop and I gotta get it
The game is survive, I'm a fuckin' fitness
Middle finger to the five, I'ma leave 'em livid
And if a nigga got a ride, I'ma fuckin' get it
Fuck 12, drop bail, fuck a sentence
They say we livin' in Hell, so why we
Dependin' on a motherfucker just like me?
They scared that we bought what it just
Might be, say it just might be, ayy
See a nigga like me, uh
I'm prepared for the beef, uh
Like a butcher and a cooker, we can ride in the street
We can ride in the street, ayy
Fuck a college degree (Fuck school)
'Cause I learned from the streets (What?)
Two-nine 'til they kill me (To the casket)
I know the rest gon' agree
Said this leather jacket got a ball in it
Swear this booth I'm in, it got a stall in it
Your bitch bad and we all hit it
Yeah, nigga, we all hit it
Roll up a blunt, hit it once and I'm stuck
Where I come from you only safe with a gun
Hear them boys talkin' but they ain't sayin' none
New bitch with me, ain't no tellin' where she from
The niggas that I'm with get they rep on
Why you snortin' that shit that dope stepped on?
Tryna figure out, nigga, why we slept on
And if you talkin' wrong, nigga get stepped on, uh
Whole world go crazy
Whole world go crazy
Uh, bitch, I go crazy
So crazy, go crazy, I'm crazy, go apeshit
No, we don't text this, we face it
And no, bitch, I don't want no chaser
Furthermore, I would never chase her
And my fit very limited, Brick did the riggin', man
Countin' dividends, bitch, is educated, all your bitches basic
Got your old girl and you need to replace her
In the club and I dab it out
Then I came in the lobby and I ran around
Used to hate me but they fanin' now
I just live life, I don't plan it out
Young motherfuckers got banana rounds, hammer time
Hatin' motherfuckers need to free me
With my curly-haired bitch in a teepee
Said fuck school, got my GED
'Cause ain't nothin' you could motherfuckin' teach me
Whole world go crazy
Whole world go crazy
Whole world go crazy
Whole world go crazy



Авторы: Jeremy Miller, Rose Wilson, Bryan Stribling Copyright: Tunecore Global



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