Rich Homie Quan – Krazy Lyrics

Lyrics Krazy – Rich Homie Quan

I been hearing them chatter quick
You know I been hearing the mumbling
Tell them n**gas speak up though
I bet them n**gas can’t do what I do
I bet them n**gas can’t, you know what I’m saying
Pop it how I pop it

Ayy, flip flops I just hit a b**ch 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 til 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**ga check on your lungs
‘Cause I ain’t never ever gave a f**k about nothing
For s**t to get crazy you’n want for this s**t to get crazy
S**t will get crazy, them young n**gas a*s gone go crazy

Hey, all my n**gas 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**gas ain’t got jobs
But I might hire them boys ’cause they kill
Percs don’t make me crazy
If I take one, Rich Homie on chill

I was in the AMG doing 130
Ion need seven bullets on me, need thirty
Alot of guns clean but a couple of ’em dirty
All my young n**gas about to start purging
Shoulder strap on the choppa so it shoot sturdy
Young n**ga died, another unsolved murder
Had to put a rubber on my deeck ’cause she fertile
Having chicken way before that n**ga colonel

Blue tip bullets gone burn ya
Stay out my business if the s**t don’t concern you
The n**ga you call big bro used to be a runner
N**ga talk slick b**ch n**ga get confronted
And I got some thick s**t out of Dallas Texas
B**ch redder than hi-tech, bouble cup
Getting money, this s**t a process, yeah
Still doing it for the projects, Quan

Ayy, flip flops I just hit a b**ch 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 til 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**ga check on your lungs
‘Cause I ain’t never ever gave a f**k about nothing
For s**t to get crazy you’n want for this s**t to get crazy
S**t will get crazy, them young n**gas a*s gone go crazy…

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