SleazyWorld Go - Talking Crazy lyrics
SleazyWorld Go [Joseph Isaac]
[SleazyWorld Go - Talking Crazy lyrics]
Yeah free Joy gang, bitch
Mhm, we on all that
We get his block, we get the ups
And we gon' get him gone (Oh yeah)
I catch an opp, I set him up
Then put him in these songs
Big Choppa comin' home
The fuck you thought, we'd be down for long?
They lettin' them killers out
That bitch, yeah, you know what time we on
Don't move, stupid
Thinkin' you groovy, this chop groove music
Make him dance
Pull up with drums like we came with a band
XDs, Glockys be cool, but I like XDs
Twenty-two shot
Hop out blowin' like it's the referee
No stoppin' shit
Slide through here, I bet I stop that bitch
Fuck you mean? Draco came with a green beam
Been feelin' like these niggas tryna kill me
They gon' have to kill me
Ain't from Toronto, but them raptors with me
Real killers
Hop out on feet and walk down niggas
Broad daylight
Leave 'em exactly where we found niggas
Murder music
This that shit you gon' catch bodies to
Fuck the opps, you with the opps
You gettin' clapped at too, nigga
Fuck you mean, nigga?
Yeah, nigga, we on all that
We on all that bullshit, nigga
Tryna catch a nigga
And we tryna drop a nigga
We ain't playin' no games bitch
Slide them doors back, hop out
And watch us go to work
You thinkin' you finna get saved
You better go to church
Left his dick in the dirt, nigga, you stupid
Think that plan work
Send that nigga up there with him
I put him on a shirt
Watch the news, check the scoreboard
Y'all 'bout to lose feelin' different
This thirty on me got me feelin' different
Hitter dance
I see an opp and watch I get to hittin'
Spin again and spin again
Until this hundred finished
Pick him up, drop his ass
Somebody get him up
Watch what you say 'cause I
Ain't gon' rap, bitch
I'ma punch your face beat him bad
Stomp out your shit and move bro out the way
Like let me at him, after I'm done
I let them killers have him
Yeah y'all thought them killers was gone
Bitch, we back
We wasn't gon' be down for long
Mhm, we on all that
We get his block, we get the ups
And we gon' get him gone (Oh yeah)
I catch an opp, I set him up
Then put him in these songs
Big Choppa comin' home
The fuck you thought, we'd be down for long?
They lettin' them killers out
That bitch, yeah, you know what time we on
Don't move, stupid
Thinkin' you groovy, this chop groove music
Make him dance
Pull up with drums like we came with a band
XDs, Glockys be cool, but I like XDs
Twenty-two shot
Hop out blowin' like it's the referee
No stoppin' shit
Slide through here, I bet I stop that bitch
Fuck you mean? Draco came with a green beam
Been feelin' like these niggas tryna kill me
They gon' have to kill me
Ain't from Toronto, but them raptors with me
Real killers
Hop out on feet and walk down niggas
Broad daylight
Leave 'em exactly where we found niggas
Murder music
This that shit you gon' catch bodies to
Fuck the opps, you with the opps
You gettin' clapped at too, nigga
Fuck you mean, nigga?
Yeah, nigga, we on all that
We on all that bullshit, nigga
Tryna catch a nigga
And we tryna drop a nigga
We ain't playin' no games bitch
Slide them doors back, hop out
And watch us go to work
You thinkin' you finna get saved
You better go to church
Left his dick in the dirt, nigga, you stupid
Think that plan work
Send that nigga up there with him
I put him on a shirt
Watch the news, check the scoreboard
Y'all 'bout to lose feelin' different
This thirty on me got me feelin' different
Hitter dance
I see an opp and watch I get to hittin'
Spin again and spin again
Until this hundred finished
Pick him up, drop his ass
Somebody get him up
Watch what you say 'cause I
Ain't gon' rap, bitch
I'ma punch your face beat him bad
Stomp out your shit and move bro out the way
Like let me at him, after I'm done
I let them killers have him
Yeah y'all thought them killers was gone
Bitch, we back
We wasn't gon' be down for long