Krazy Lyrics by Rich Homie Quan
Uh-huh
I been hearing them chatter quick
You know I been hearing the mumbling
Tell them n**** speak up though
I bet them n***** can’t do what I do
I bet them n***** can’t, get what I’m saying
Pop it how I pop it, Ayy
Flip flops I just hit a bitch no condom
I been serving white boy, Adam, no jumper
Circle full of bosses everybody getting money
And we gone get a whole lot more of that this summer
Run it up till the money counter get done
Bank money got paper cuts on my thumb
Taking my little boy to school with a gun
Sad that I got to walk around with a gun
Everybody riding around Atlanta with a gun
Shawty been sitting ten months without a bond
If you want smoke n**** check on your lungs
Cause I ain’t never ever gave a fuck about nothing
For shit to get krazy you don’t want for this shit to get krazy
(Rich Homie)
Shit will get krazy, them young n***** act like I’m going crazy
(Hey)
All my n***** they pure, we don’t even walk around saying “we real”
I’m sad that my dawg just died
Cause somebody gave my boy a fake pill
My young n***** ain’t got a job
But I might hire them boys cause they kill (They do)
Percs don’t make me crazy if I take one Rich Homie on chill
I was in the AMG, doing 130
Ion need 7 bullets on me, need thirty
Alot of guns clean but a couple of ’em dirty
All my young n***** about to start purging
Shoulder strap on the choppa so it shoot sturdy
Young n**** died another unsolved murder (Damn)
Had to put a rubber on my dick cause she fertile
Cole having chicken way before that n**** Colonel
Blue tip bullets gone burn ya
Stay out my business, if the shit don’t concern you
The n**** you call big bro used to be a runner
N**** talk slick bitch n**** get confronted
And I got some thick shit out of Dallas, Texas
Bitch redder than hi-tech (Double cup)
Getting money this shit a process (Yeah)
Still doing it for the projects (Quan, ayy)
Flip flops i just hit a bitch no condom
I been serving white boy, Adam, no jumper
Circle full of bosses everybody getting money
And we gone get a whole lot more of that this summer
Run it up till the money counter get done
Bank money got paper cuts on my thumb
Taking my little boy to school with a gun
Sad that I got to walk around with a gun
Everybody riding around Atlanta with a gun
Shawty been sitting ten months without a bond
If you want smoke n**** check on your lungs
Cause I ain’t never ever gave a fuck about nothing
For shit to get krazy you don’t want for this shit to get krazy
(Rich Homie)
Shit will get krazy, them young n***** act like I’m going crazy
