Crazy Talk lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat
It's Lando, yo b*tch know, don't let yo b*tch go, n*gga

[Verse 1: Kasher Quon]
I just poured up some Hi-Tech, that sh*t expired
If you got yo ID and a card, you just got hired
I heard that n*gga working at McDonald's, he just got fired
I'm tryna spark up a Backwood, where a Bic lighter?

[Verse 2: Shaudy Kash]
Trap star turned rap star
Pull up on a whole block, they like, "Who in that car?"
f*cking on yo ho twat, walk in, back arch
Boy, you n*ggas too behind, must've got a bad start

[Verse 3: StanWill]
Whole gang wet as hell, we looking like some scuba divers
Only thing I punch is drip, b*tch, we be shooting fighters
Got a hundred gadgets in this whip, I'm the new MacGyver
Twenty racks on me but I'm still finna use the slider

[Verse 4: Bankroll Reese]
Ayy
She like, "Why you takе 'em on a chase?", b*tch, this car go fast
n*gga think he finna slidе this way? I be done parked yo ass
7.62s, .308s, bro, yo car won't last
No Jordan, ball like MJ but I'll spark yo ass
[Verse 5: TrDee]
Finna double back 'cause the piece hit like Pacquiao
Feel like Pooh Shiesty in the club, they ain't pat me down
Feds hit me up, like a mouse, I won't make a sound
I don't got no heart, boo, I'm in love with Ben Franklins now

[Verse 6: Cam Dinero]
Fell inside of Louis, I was in some Fendi sh*t
How you the one taking pictures and a n*gga kit?
You would think I hang with Clay Matthews, n*ggas getting blitz
We'll pool down in a Uber, get a n*gga lift

[Verse 7: Lil Blade]
Must've got a bad part, you never play yo role
I don't play the game, n*gga rather play these hoes
Tried to take me out the game 'cause I be throwing bows
Make a n*gga b*tch wipe me down like Lil Boosie song

[Verse 8: Siick P]
Ninety-nine percent of opps dead, they got germitized
Lando put a Arab on yo head, get his turban tied
Me and [?] had slid with the heat, they got burned alive
I'll put a Nazi on yo head, I got German ties

[Verse 9: Prince Jefe]
My right pocket throwing fours, shoes throwing fives
Only thing on a n*gga mind, "Which ho gon' drive?"
Pour a six in a twenty ounce, make it come alive
We gon' keep spinning 'round yo block till somebody die
[Verse 10: BabyTron]
Flash on a Glockie, he pull up shooting like the paparazzi
We gon' give dawg the Ricky treatment if we pop the shotty
Thirty dollar cookie in yo 'Wood, that is not biscotti
Fans know it's me, I had to tell the clerk to balaclava me

[Outro: BabyTron]
Huh, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz