Rob49 - Krazyman lyrics

I just caught a 20
Causally in bulletproof tall
Nigga
Come get with me
This shit a foreign cline tail, you know why?
Because we got bitches, money, and drugs
Top floor penthouse on partners, nigga
Anywhere I point, praise and run
My fucking neck and wrist
Look like broke glass
Nigga
Play with my fucking V's
We gon' turn a murder in this bitch
We got monks and antennae's
Around this bitch
What's up?

Yeah, why they choose to act
Like who ain't with it?
(Why they choose to act like
Who ain't with it?)
Fuck what nigga say, I run my city
Millionaire still in the trenches
(Millionaire still in the trenches)
I took a loss before but I got busy
(I took a loss before but I got busy)
And jump back in the trap
Like it ain't happen
My whole hood know a niggas reckless
(My whole hood know a niggas reckless)
Flew her out for one day, on God
I ain't give her nothing
(Yeah)
Fucking this thot, it's first night, on God
All I did was slut her
(Yeah)
Throw them V's up till I freeze up
Go crazy 'bout my brother
(Go crazy 'bout my brother)
I know I fuck niggas hoes
How the fuck am I gon' trust 'em?
Yeah, vulture see that roll that
Weed up bitches leaches
(Roll that weed up bitches leaches)
Yeah, she a eater, nasty hoe who take it easy
(Nasty hoe who take it easy)
Yeah, savage in my blood, shit
I hope niggas see it
(I hope niggas see it)
Bro don't give no fucks
Kill niggas in front they people
Buy her what she want just
'cause that pussy Fiji
(Yeah)
Yeah, trappin' like a trap start
Kick her out in Yeezys
(Kick her out in Yeezys)
Yeah, M.I.A. with choppas
See me when you see me
(See me when you see me)
Love my bitch to death, she dark
I call her Reese's
(I call her Reese's)
Fuck you niggas think? You
Hear that choppa ringing
Yeah, I don't touch my profit's
Till I make a payment
(Till I make a payment)
Yeah, she know I'm a savage
She wanna have a baby
(She wanna have a baby)
Yeah, bitch know I'm a vulture
I ain't no fucking raven
(I ain't no fucking raven)

Bitch, I been hood rich, nigga
Still coming through the projects
For forty thousand in my
Pocket at todays game
You understand? Tripper let me trap
On DJ Herms beats
In the back of the Cullinan

Yeah, bro, don't catch no feelings
All he caught was cases
(All he caught was cases)
My new whip matt black
The world gon' think I'm racist
(They gon' think I'm racist)
Yeah, I treat dimes like nickels
My new bitch from Haiti
(My new bitch from Haiti)
Yeah, smoking on some good gas
They gon' think I'm racing
(They gon' think I'm racing)
Yeah, watch them killers brothers like
He came in Navy
(Yeah)
Yeah, I ain't got no choice I
Feel like my haters made me
(I feel like my haters made me)
Yeah, bitch I'm from New Orleans
Like I'm Wayne 'n baby
(Yeah)
L.A. with the Lakers
You get killed for fakin'
(You get killed for fakin')