GloRilla, Kay Dinero - Crazy Story (Remix) lyrics

Yeah, Glorilla
You know Kay Dinero had to hop on this joint
Ayy
PTE the clan, bitch, get with it
Fuck you mean?
(Gang, gang)
Ayy

Gotta slide on some messy bitches
Say they want some beef
Okay, cool, grab the brooms
We finna go and do a sweep
She sendin' threats, ooh, she
Think I'm scared
But ain't no fear in me
False claimin', say she bang the C
But she a wannabe
Lil' bitch cappin', don't want
Smoke for real
You a ho for real
I got pressure


You gon' choke for real 'cause
I'ma blow for real
Bitch, we tweakin', watch how
You be speakin'
Ho gon' end up leakin'
Pull up on you while you
Sleepin', bitch, late night creepin'
Bitch
Thug talk, you don't know the
Language we be speakin'
Bitch
I'm in the field, bitch, I'm ballin'
While you in the bleachers
Bitch
You watchin' me? Watch your nigga
'cause I got him peekin'
Bitch
He gave me brain, he so smart
Ooh, I got him geekin'
Bitch
Hoes be plottin', bitch, you
Ain't no bully
Pull up in a hoodie
Ho kept yellin' what you
Would've did, bitch
You know you wouldn't
You keep sayin' what you
Should've did, bitch
Why you ain't do it?
I was really on some gang shit
I'm always fuckin' zooted
Back to the basic, yeah, you bitches basic
We are not related
Hoes be hatin', bitches got two faces
Put 'em in they places
Want smoke, I'ma let you face it
Get you fuckin' faded
Bitch, you probably laced it, put this metal
To your mouth like some fuckin' braces
Bitch
When you speakin' on me
Make sure you state facts
Ain't with the talkin', fuck the
Stylin', B, what you want
A jack?
Get off your ass, get some
Money, bitch, what you want
A stack?
Still mad about that nigga, ho? What
You want him back?
She like who? Ho, I'm
Talkin' 'bout you, bitch
You know you do
Call my phone from an unknown, ho
I know it's you

Fuck you mean? Ho keep callin' me, what
You wanna link?
When gang 'nem pull up, pull
Up, pull up, skrrt, ho
You better not blink
Bitches comin' really funny like
I been a dummy
I'll turn up on a broke ho
When it comes to the money
Ho, you cappin', you a joke for real
You a ho for real
Desert Eagle to her throat, ooh
She gon' choke for real
So what's up, bitch? Don't buck, bitch
Pull up and get stuck
Bitch
'Cause we don't give a fuck, bet
Them hollows make you duck
Bitch
And if the ho mad, then make the ho madder
Bitches be pressed this ass gettin' fatter
You should've known lil' bitch was a capper
That's why I call up my bitches
You know they gon' blast her
I'm in the lead, lil' ho, I'm your master
Oh, you was mad 'bout somethin'? Go
Get you a bag or somethin'
I ain't gotta brag or nothin'
Gas in my lungs, I shit on you hoes for fun
224 right through her bun
Ain't no broke ho stoppin' me
You knew that
Mask up, leave the ho blue, black
If she want smoke, let's do that
Smoke on Gelato
Fuck these bitches, that's the motto
I ain't never worried 'bout a toxic ho
You let them bitches gas you up
Yeah, you could never be a boss, ho
So I guess you took a loss, ho
Never have time for a soft ho
I'm in my zone, Auto
We got them sticks
Glorilla go get the broom and I get the mop
Ho

Go get the mop, bitch
Fuck you motherfuckin' mean
Y'all better stop playin', ho, the fuck?
These hoes better stand down 'fore it
Be a motherfuckin' man down
You hear me? Ayy
This a thug story, you hear me?
Fuck you mean, haha, yeah
PTE, bitch
Ayy, we the gang, ho (We the clan, ho, ayy)
Glorilla (Yeah)
Kay Dinero in this motherfucker, ayy
Gang, gang
Huh, uh, ayy