Cash B - TALKIN CRAZY (feat. China Mac)
Heard they talkin' crazy on the other side (Talkin' crazy)Making threats talking Imma die (What)
I be damn you make mama cry
Hollows fly, niggas down to ride catch a Homicide
Heard they talkin' crazy on the other side
Making threats talkin' Imma die (What)
I be damn you make mama cry
Hollows fly, niggas down to ride catch a Homicide
Have ya bitch send ya address like we tryn' to hook up
That trollin' Kool... til they at ya Aid
Cause you shook up
You walking through the hood head down Marlon lookup
This ain't for you, just put the guns down and pick a book up
But if you wan' grip up
You better get ya clips up (Yeah)
Cause like an Insurance scheme niggas a hit ya whip up
He laid in the street, looking like he caught the hiccups
Strugglin' to get up, thought he was doing Sit ups
I ain't even gotta play with A gun to make niggas run
I should be playin at home with my son but he want the 1
Talkin' crazy like he bout that shit
Til' the Goonies at his spot
Look like a raid how they surround that shit
They all around that crib
Then he tryn' floss with all that jewelry on
Until they make em come up out that shit
Just be about that shit
That you talkin' when you rappin' nigga
Cause when we run down, not tryna hear what happened nigga
All that cappin' nigga
What you yapping, get you clapped at nigga
It's all action nigga this real life it ain't no acting nigga
If you had it, you would've backed It
Let him have it nigga
Keep pump fake grabbin' leave you short of breath like it's asthma
Give a fuck about ya likes
Give a fuck about the hype
You ain't nice, and you soft
Niggas humping on ya wife
Making threats like its light
A gun fight, with a knife
Gotta price, you gon' pay and it may cost ya life
Heard they talkin' crazy on the other side (Talkin' crazy)
Making threats talking Imma die (What)
I be damn you make mama cry
Hollows fly, niggas down to ride catch a Homicide
Heard they talkin' crazy on the other side
Making threats talkin' Imma die (What)
I be damn you make mama cry
Hollows fly, niggas down to ride catch a Homicide
Hand on the glock, spinning' the block
You can get shot (Boaw!)
Move on a opp, I get the drop
Off with his top Boaw (Dead!)
Hand on the glock, spinning' the block
You can get shot Boaw!
Move on a opp, I get the drop
Off with his top Boaw (Dead!)
I get the bag and I'm big lit
Big gun talk big shit (Yeahh)
Big drums on big grips
Big buns on a thick bitch
They wanna copy the wave
They wanna stop me, they hate
I'm getting 50 a day
500 bands in the safe
Diamonds dance in the chain
Want the bread not the fame
Getting money let them talk about it
Opp dead got the chalk around em
Mopsticks with the cartridge out it
Get to trial you ain't walkin' out it (Aye)
Hop in the Jag and I'm gone, got ya bitch singing my song
She on my dick cause I'm on
She in my car with a thong
Heard they talkin' crazy on the other side (Talkin' crazy)
Making threats talking Imma die (What)
I be damn you make mama cry
Hollows fly, niggas down to ride catch a Homicide
Heard they talkin' crazy on the other side
Making threats talkin' Imma die (What)
I be damn you make mama cry
Hollows fly, niggas down to ride catch a Homicide
Written by:
Courtney Barrett
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