Crazy (feat. Tropico)
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Crazy (feat. Tropico)
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Can we get a sound Chack?
Cz Beats, why you do 'em like that?
[Rich the Kid]
We get a check and go crazy
Ballin' on chucks, I've upgraded
'Cause they gotta act on my cup and I'm faded
On my mama, nigga, I cannot fake it
50 pointer, diamonds all on my bracelet
White presidents, my pockets they racist
They ain't tryin' get the money, I take it
Tell 'em put me on the rules, I break it
[Tropico]
Way so many times niggas really thought we lost it
We drivin' back up in the store, we drove off then
We gettin' money, they mad
Hop in the Range Rover, hop in the Range Rover
My bitch is foreign
We was down soon and we all four tryin' to be ballin'
Yeah, never been the same ever since we turned up
Told they tryin'to burn us
And nigga I ain't able to burn up
I got two phones, one for the trap and the hoes
Sorry I ain't never lettin' go
'Cause you know how that go
[Rich the Kid]
We get a check and go crazy
Ballin' on chucks, I've upgraded
'Cause they gotta act on my cup and I'm faded
On my mama, nigga, I cannot fake it
50 pointer, diamonds all on my bracelet
Why you pressin' my pockets? They racist
They ain't tryin' get the money, I take it
Tell 'em put me on the rules, I break it
We get a check and go crazy
Ballin' on chucks, I've upgraded
'Cause they gotta act on my cup and I'm faded
On my mama, nigga, I cannot fake it
50 pointer, diamonds all on my bracelet
Why you pressin' my pockets? They racist
They ain't tryin' get the money, I take it
Tell 'em put me on the rules, I break it
Your bitch is boring
She said that I'm bad but I be scoring
Baby can I hit it in the mornin'?
I'ma make a show like I'm performing
I spend like three hunnid dollars in a Lamb truck
In a club got a mad tuck
Hope a nigga don't act up
Triple bullets make him back up
Bitch bad but the titties she fake it
Walk around the house pretty and naked
Mama always told me life was for making
Got two hunnid for the show, I'mma take it
We get a check and go crazy
Ballin' on chucks, I've upgraded
'Cause they gotta act on my cup and I'm faded
On my mama, nigga, I cannot fake it
50 pointer, diamonds all on my bracelet
Why you pressin' my pockets? They racist
They ain't tryin' get the money, I take it
Tell 'em put me on the rules, I break it
[Tropico]
Way so many times niggas really thought we lost it
We drivin' back up in the store, we drove off then
We gettin' money, they mad
Hop in the Range Rover, hop in the Range Rover
My bitch is foreign
We was down soon and we all four tryin' to be ballin'
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