Sha EK - Shit Crazy lyrics
[Sha EK - Shit Crazy lyrics]
Honcho jOSH!
Mmm, nah, turn it up, Young Madz
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
This shit crazy, I'm really a artist
I could fuck all of 'em, bro just started
When I make it, 8s comin' wit' me
You try to touch em', I'm uppin' the sitchy
I was dialin', nigga, this some real shit
When I make it, I'ma do some real shit
For your daughter, nigga, I'ma up it
That's a field where ain't nobody touchin'
Glah
But lemme get back to this shit
Lotti and Dummy, they restin' in piss
And Rah, he got clapped in the whip
Last year
Couple lil' niggas died in this shit
Shit crazy, I'm bigger than niggas that's lit
Tell them pussy niggas, "Suck a dick"
I still move how I want and I ain't even rich
Free my opps, yeah, the day they touch down
They shot
I be buggin', spinnin' through the blocks
I'ma keep clickin', like
This nigga runnin' but hе was just
Sayin' he was smokin' my pops
In my hood, it's just me and my blick
Had a couple niggas runnin' Rick
GDK, you know that wе smokin' on Nick
Why you keep on dissin' you was suckin' dick
Like, what? You gotta stop it
When I catch ya', I know you gon' cop it
We seen ya' mans and we
Upped it and flocked it
But if it's, I'ma turn the topic
I'm a hood nigga, I'm in the street
All of a sudden, niggas wanna be
Better duck from the shots when
We spin through the Ville
Smokin' Boomer, hoppin' out the V
I'm not mad 'cause y'all dissed me
I know two of y'all was lookin' broke
I was laughin', all y'all niggas jokes
This nigga was plottin' and fuckin' a loc
Why the fuck that lil' nigga dissin'?
If you come home then you gon' end up missin'
This shit crazy how these niggas switched
You was just cryin', movin' like a bitch
If you know they you know, bitch
You heard what I said
Bitch, I'm dumpin' for me and my gang
If he rap, better stay in your lane
I just be mad 'cause y'all ain't put in pain
I'ma just say what I feel on the beat
It get griddy
Lost too many bros in the streets
I just work, I don't care bout' no label
Love my mom, she put food on the table
Gang-gang-gang
This shit crazy, I'm really a artist
I could fuck all of 'em, bro just started
When I make it, 8s comin' wit' me
You try to touch em', I'm uppin' the sitchy
I was dialin', nigga, this some real shit
When I make it, I'ma do some real shit
For your daughter, nigga, I'ma up it
That's a field where ain't nobody touchin'
(Glah) this shit crazy, I'm really a artist
I could fuck all of 'em, bro just started
When I make it, 8s comin' wit' me
You try to touch em', I'm uppin' the sitchy
I was dialin', nigga, this some real shit
When I make it, I'ma do some real shit
For your daughter, nigga, I'ma up it
That's a field where ain't nobody touchin'
(On gang)
Suck my dick, pussy don't run, don't run
Glah, gang-gang-gang
Uh huhh, uh huhh, uh huhh glah-glah
Mmm, nah, turn it up, Young Madz
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
This shit crazy, I'm really a artist
I could fuck all of 'em, bro just started
When I make it, 8s comin' wit' me
You try to touch em', I'm uppin' the sitchy
I was dialin', nigga, this some real shit
When I make it, I'ma do some real shit
For your daughter, nigga, I'ma up it
That's a field where ain't nobody touchin'
Glah
But lemme get back to this shit
Lotti and Dummy, they restin' in piss
And Rah, he got clapped in the whip
Last year
Couple lil' niggas died in this shit
Shit crazy, I'm bigger than niggas that's lit
Tell them pussy niggas, "Suck a dick"
I still move how I want and I ain't even rich
Free my opps, yeah, the day they touch down
They shot
I be buggin', spinnin' through the blocks
I'ma keep clickin', like
This nigga runnin' but hе was just
Sayin' he was smokin' my pops
In my hood, it's just me and my blick
Had a couple niggas runnin' Rick
GDK, you know that wе smokin' on Nick
Why you keep on dissin' you was suckin' dick
Like, what? You gotta stop it
When I catch ya', I know you gon' cop it
We seen ya' mans and we
Upped it and flocked it
But if it's, I'ma turn the topic
I'm a hood nigga, I'm in the street
All of a sudden, niggas wanna be
Better duck from the shots when
We spin through the Ville
Smokin' Boomer, hoppin' out the V
I'm not mad 'cause y'all dissed me
I know two of y'all was lookin' broke
I was laughin', all y'all niggas jokes
This nigga was plottin' and fuckin' a loc
Why the fuck that lil' nigga dissin'?
If you come home then you gon' end up missin'
This shit crazy how these niggas switched
You was just cryin', movin' like a bitch
If you know they you know, bitch
You heard what I said
Bitch, I'm dumpin' for me and my gang
If he rap, better stay in your lane
I just be mad 'cause y'all ain't put in pain
I'ma just say what I feel on the beat
It get griddy
Lost too many bros in the streets
I just work, I don't care bout' no label
Love my mom, she put food on the table
Gang-gang-gang
This shit crazy, I'm really a artist
I could fuck all of 'em, bro just started
When I make it, 8s comin' wit' me
You try to touch em', I'm uppin' the sitchy
I was dialin', nigga, this some real shit
When I make it, I'ma do some real shit
For your daughter, nigga, I'ma up it
That's a field where ain't nobody touchin'
(Glah) this shit crazy, I'm really a artist
I could fuck all of 'em, bro just started
When I make it, 8s comin' wit' me
You try to touch em', I'm uppin' the sitchy
I was dialin', nigga, this some real shit
When I make it, I'ma do some real shit
For your daughter, nigga, I'ma up it
That's a field where ain't nobody touchin'
(On gang)
Suck my dick, pussy don't run, don't run
Glah, gang-gang-gang
Uh huhh, uh huhh, uh huhh glah-glah