KRAZYMAN lyrics

[Intro]
I just counted 200 cash in bulletproof Tahoe, n*gga
Come get with me
This sh*t a Vulture cartel, you know why?
Because we got b*tches, money, and drugs
Top floor penthouse on [?], n*gga
[?], Persian rug
My f*ckin' neck and my wrist look like broke glass, n*gga
Play with my f*ckin' V's, we gon' turn a murder around this b*tch
We got monkey nuts and [?] around this b*tch
What's up?

[Verse 1]
Yeah, why they choose to act like who ain’t with it? (Why they choose to act like who ain’t with it?)
f*ck what n*gga say, I run my city, millionaire still in the trenches (Millionaire still in the trenches)
I took a loss before but I got busy (I took a loss before but I got busy)
And jump back in thе trap like it ain’t happen, my whole hood know a n*ggas rеckless (My whole hood know a n*ggas reckless)
Flew her out for one day, on God, I ain’t give her nothin' (Yeah)
f*ckin' this thot, it’s first night, on God, all I did was sl*t her (Yeah)
Throw them V's up till I freeze up, go crazy ’bout my brother (Go crazy ’bout my brother)
I know I f*ck n*ggas hoes, how the f*ck am I gon’ trust ’em?
Yeah, vulture see that roll that weed up b*tches leaches (Roll that weed up b*tches leaches)
Yeah, she a eater, nasty hoe who take it easy (Nasty hoe who take it easy)
Yeah, savage in my blood, sh*t, I hope n*ggas see it (I hope n*ggas see it)
Bro don’t give no f*cks, kill n*ggas in front they people
Buy her what she want just ’cause that pus*y Fiji (Yeah)
Yeah, trappin' like a trap start kick her out in Yeezys (Kick her out in Yeezys)
Yeah, M.I.A. with choppas, see me when you see me (See me when you see me)
Love my b*tch to death, she dark, I call her Reese's (I call her Reese's)
f*ck you n*ggas think? You hear that choppa ringin'
Yeah, I don’t touch my profits till I make a payment (Till I make a payment)
Yeah, she know I’m a savage, she wanna have a baby (She wanna have a baby)
Yeah, b*tch know I’m a vulture, I ain’t no f*ckin' raven (I ain’t no f*ckin' raven)
[Bridge]
b*tch, I been hood rich, n*gga
Still comin' through the projects
For forty thousand in my pocket at the dice game
You understand? Drippin' lemon pepper on these Hermès seats
In the back of the Cullinan

[Verse 2]
Yeah, bro, don’t catch no feelings, all he caught was cases (All he caught was cases)
My new whip matt black, the world gon' think I’m racist (They gon' think I'm racist)
Yeah, I treat dimes like nickels, my new b*tch from Haiti (My new b*tch from Haiti)
Yeah, smokin' on some good gas, they gon' think I’m racin' (They gon' think I’m racin')
Yeah, watch them killers brothers like he came in Navy (Yeah)
Yeah, I ain’t got no choice I feel like my haters made me (I feel like my haters made me)
Yeah, b*tch I’m from New Orleans like I’m Wayne 'n baby (Yeah)
L.A. with the Lakers, you get killed for fakin’ (You get killed for fakin’)