Krazy Krazy lyrics

[Intro]
Tay Keith, what the f*ck up, n*gga?

[Chorus: Nardo Wick]
Crazy, crazy
Only ten pack, eighty
Touch a rockabye baby
Said she hate me
I'm like, "Why she hate me?" I ain't did sh*t to hate me
I'm in Atlanta with switches
Finna pull up on Ced (Switches), finna pull up on Baby
I'm in Atlanta with switches
Finna pull up on Savage (Switches), finna pull up on Slime
I'm in the city with choppas
Finna pull up on Nuk, finna pull up on Tuk
Opps call my phone like, "Finna pull up on you"
Finna pull up on who?
Tell 'em, "Come through," tell 'em, "Come do what they do"
Tell 'em, "Come make they move" (Tell 'em, tell 'em)
Tell 'em, "Come through," tell 'em, "Come do what they do"
Tell 'em, "Come make the news"

[Verse: Nardo Wick & Lil Juice]
I ain't feelin' none of these n*ggas (Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up)
All that sh*t they say be flawed
n*ggas lie, I know the truth, I be like, "Come on, knock it off"
Call her shark attack, what's in between my legs stay in her jaws
Call me pad man, what's in between my legs stay in her drawers
Yeah, we got shots for sho', but they is not for sho'
They for the opps, though
We totin' Lil Jons
We shoot, they gettin' low, it look like limbo
Text on Telegram and say that that sh*t 'gain, it's from my 'migo
Call my cousin 'nem and say that sh*t 'gain, and they say, "10-4"
My neck a avalanche, my wrist a avalanche, my mouth a avalanche
My b*tch ain't average, my gang ain't average, my car not average
I be on wicked sh*t, my gang on wicked sh*t, my b*tch on wicked sh*t
I be on silly sh*t, hop out this seat quick, I'm tryna split a wig (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Said that she feelin' me, she wanna feel on me
She want a n*gga, me
Said he got hit a bunch but end up pullin' through, I say, "You killin' me"
n*ggas get butterflies when they around the gang, they be so jittery
My neck a couple houses, no exaggeratin', I'm talkin' 'bout literally
n*ggas gon' go bang, bang
My chain go bling, bling (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
I'm screamin', "Gang, gang"
And it ain't sh*t changed, I'm on the same thing, I still'll bang, bang
We don't play no games and we don't drop names, we lettin' sh*t rain
Ran out of propane, ain't breakin' sh*t down, we sellin' whole things (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Walk in the store and I got a stick under my arm
n*gga play, he gon' die in the store
Say he gettin' a switchy, but he ain't gon' keep it on auto
The f*ck is he buyin' it for? (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
He ride in a Hemi (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
Police pull him over, he stop (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
Then the f*ck is he drivin' it for? (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
If I see her, I'm hittin' the b*tch (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
But I don't ever see her 'cause this n*gga hidin' the ho
They really b*tches, them n*ggas just actin' like gangstas, them n*gga be hidin' they ho
When we out of town, they be goin' on live outside, like we ain't have 'em duckin' before
Be usin' your brain whenever it come to this gang, or we puttin' that sh*t on the floor
All these n*ggas is lame, we know somebody in gang probably be hittin' they ho (f*ck up, n*gga?)
[Chorus: Nardo Wick]
Crazy, crazy
Only ten pack, eighty
Touch a rockabye baby
Said she hate me
I'm like, "Why she hate me?" I ain't did sh*t to hate me
I'm in Atlanta with switches
Finna pull up on Ced (Switches), finna pull up on Baby
I'm in Atlanta with switches
Finna pull up on Savage (Switches), finna pull up on Slime
I'm in the city with choppas
Finna pull up on Nuk, finna pull up on Tuk
Opps call my phone like, "Finna pull up on you"
Finna pull up on who?
Tell 'em, "Come through," tell 'em, "Come do what they do"
Tell 'em "Come make they move" (Tell 'em, tell 'em)
Tell 'em, "Come through," tell 'em, "Come do what they do"
Tell 'em, "Come make the news"