sh*t Crazy lyrics

[Intro]
Honcho
JOSH!
Mmm, nah, turn it up, Young Madz
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah

[Chorus]
This sh*t crazy, I'm really a artist
I could f*ck all of 'em, bro just started
When I make it, 8s comin' wit' me
You try to touch em', I'm uppin' the sitchy
I was dialin', n*gga, this some real sh*t
When I make it, I'ma do some real sh*t
For your daughter, n*gga, I'ma up it
That's a field where ain't nobody touchin', glah

[Verse 1]
But lemme get back to this sh*t
Lotti and Dummy, they restin' in p*ss
And Rah, he got clapped in the whip
Last year, couple lil' n*ggas died in this sh*t
sh*t crazy, I'm bigger than n*ggas that's lit
Tell them pus*y n*ggas, "Suck a di*k"
I still move how I want and I ain't even rich
Free my opps, yeah, the day they touch down, they shot
I be buggin', spinnin' through the blocks
I'ma keep clickin', like, this n*gga runnin' but hе was just sayin' he was smokin' my pops
In my hood, it's just me and my blick
Had a couple n*ggas runnin' Rick
GDK, you know that wе smokin' on Nick
Why you keep on dissin' you was suckin' di*k
[Verse 2]
Like, what? You gotta stop it
When I catch ya', I know you gon' cop it
We seen ya' mans and we upped it and flocked it
But if it's [?], I'ma turn the topic
I'm a hood n*gga, I'm in the street
All of a sudden, n*ggas wanna be
Better duck from the shots when we spin through the Ville
Smokin' Boomer, hoppin' out the V
I'm not mad 'cause y'all dissed me
I know two of y'all was lookin' broke
I was laughin', all y'all n*ggas jokes
This n*gga was plottin' and f*ckin' a loc
Why the f*ck that lil' [?] n*gga dissin'?
If you come home then you gon' end up missin'
This sh*t crazy how these n*ggas switched
You was just cryin', movin' like a b*tch
If you know they you know, b*tch, you heard what I said
b*tch, I'm dumpin' for me and my gang
If he rap, better stay in your lane
I just be mad 'cause y'all ain't put in pain
I'ma just say what I feel on the beat
It get griddy, lost too many bros in the streets
I just work, I don't care bout' no label
Love my mom, she put food on the table
Gang-gang-gang
[Chorus]
This sh*t crazy, I'm really a artist
I could f*ck all of 'em, bro just started
When I make it, 8s comin' wit' me
You try to touch em', I'm uppin' the sitchy
I was dialin', n*gga, this some real sh*t
When I make it, I'ma do some real sh*t
For your daughter, n*gga, I'ma up it
That's a field where ain't nobody touchin', (Glah)
This sh*t crazy, I'm really a artist
I could f*ck all of 'em, bro just started
When I make it, 8s comin' wit' me
You try to touch em', I'm uppin' the sitchy
I was dialin', n*gga, this some real sh*t
When I make it, I'ma do some real sh*t
For your daughter, n*gga, I'ma up it
That's a field where ain't nobody touchin', (On gang)

[Outro]
Suck my di*k, pus*y
Don't run, don't run
Glah, gang-gang-gang
Uh-huhh, uh-huhh, uh-huhh
Glah-glah