Shady McCoy lyrics

[Intro]
Good morning, America
We back at it again
Is it too early to say we the greatest?
Haha
It's finna be a long summer (Man, this beat crazy)

[Verse 1]
See all these chains on my neck, n*gga?
Got Cartier's for all of my n*ggas over these frames
You get banged, n*gga (Bah)
Look how I'm shinnin', switch the Rucci's for the forgiatos
Scrappin' up the block, bustin' holes in that motherf*cker (Skrrt)
I only came for the money and the b*tches
If a n*gga got a problem, we can meet up in the parking lot
I keep a stick with a switch, b*tch, wanna make me sick? (Sick)
Keep a .380 with a clip longer than a di*k (Bah, bah, bah-bah-bah-bah, ha)
Zip-loc the bag with hollow tip mags, n*gga (Zip-zip)
Applying pressure, stand on business (Stand on business)
I'ma show you n*ggas how to stunt likе a boss (Boss)
How to stunt like a boss (b*tch)

[Chorus]
Look at my chain, goddamn, killin' you n*ggas
Look at my gang, n*gga, we literally killin' you n*ggas
All I do is keep it rеal killin' you n*ggas
Could've went to the league killin' you n*ggas
Feeling like Lesean Mccoy, give you crazy work (Crazy)
I ain't hoppin' on no song if you on paper work
Still ridin' with that— (Huh)
What it is, n*gga?
Still ridin' wit that— (Grr, ha)
[Verse 2]
b*tch, I brought the Bentley off Photoshop, me with Halle Berry (Skrrt)
All I need in my life is a girl like Trina (Trina)
Big booties and Beamers, that'll suck ya team up (Woo)
I'm going crazy, n*gga
And I ain't stopping 'til I'm dead, n*gga ('Til I'm dead, n*gga)
And after that, I'm coming back just to give that ass that crazy work
And I ain't stopping 'til I'm dead, n*gga ('Til I'm dead, n*gga)
And after that, I'm coming back just to give that ass that crazy work

[Chorus]
Look at my chain, goddamn, killin' you n*ggas
Look at my gang, n*gga, we literally killin' you n*ggas
All I do is keep it real killin' you n*ggas
Could've went to the league killin' you n*ggas
Feeling like Lesean Mccoy, give you crazy work (Crazy)
I ain't hoppin' on no song if you on paper work
Still ridin' with that— (Huh)
What it is, n*gga?
Still ridin' wit that— (Grr, ha)

[Outro]
All that money you throwin' in the club, I did that last week (Yeah)
And that bad-ass b*tch you think you f*cking on? (I gave her crazy work)
Yeah, I'm feelin' like Shady McCoy, huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All them bottles you think you poppin'? Did that yesterday (Crazy work)