Real Boston Richey - Krazy lyrics

You can lead a bitch to the water
But, you can't make the bitch drink
I was really trappin' them quarters
On the block uppin' my rank
Drink lean like I sip water
Had to put down all the pints
A thick old bitch just sent me an
Ass pic sittin' on the sink
Fell too in deep with the streets
Feel like we react as newlyweds
I'm trappin' D and I'm trappin'
C and trappin' Sudafed
Crackers took my jewelry, damn
I think I wanna sue the feds
And my bitch just cut me
Off and God ain't answerin'
Don't know who to beg
Like, damn, we gotta start back over
Hella dates at Bossa Nova
Niggas tryna cross me out
Niggas tryna fuck me over
Niggas tryna box me out
Bitches tryna run me over
Crackers tryna crop me out
Lawyer keep sayin' that it's over
But the Lord got last say so
I'm out here lookin' for an old
Opp with a brand new Draco
Before you drop, I need an alibi
Fly my bitch to Caicos
That Drac' gon' sound like a lullaby
Wish death on all these fake hoes
Niggas say they pushin' P, I'm like
"What P they pushin'?"
Niggas' P, they stand for, "Peon
" and they stand for, "Pussy"
Niggas can't even reach my lap
I spent two hundred K on cushion
I'm tryna whip my dope, my
Bitch be mad, like, "Bae, I'm cookin'"
I know, bae, I'm lookin'
You ain't fuck with no rookie
Rich-ass nigga, but I still play the bucket
Know how to swindle a bitch, growin' up
We used to go play hookey
Stay down on my shit, in other words
Stay up on my bully
Your feet ain't fast enough, pussy nigga
You can't even duck no fully

Mm, stayed down with these M's
Now I'm super rich
In the projects stackin' with my Timbs
Get super trench baby way too wet for me
She leave me super drenched
I don't like no borin' bitch, over here, bae
We get super lit
Feel like you ready to do me bad
You ask me who I'm with
I know why niggas mad 'cause niggas
Got a ran through bitch
I'm bettin' top dollar niggas ain't
Never ran my bitch nigga, I'm a shot caller
I wouldn't even stamp your bitch

Nigga, I'm a big baller
Big dog like Rottweiler
These niggas cock blockers
These niggas show stoppers
I ain't gotta blow no bag
Real pantyhose dropper
These niggas cappin' for the 'Gram
They don't want no problems
I keep my heart stuffed in my
Pocket and keep it zipped up
Bitch got some big old lips
I think she got her lips touched
They ask me why I act like that
Got pain built up she show me real love
That's why my main filled up
But enough of that doin' niggas bad
I'm treatin' niggas' ass like a punchin' bag
If you down bad, I'll front the sack
If you fucked up, I might look out for you
If a nigga take they life and
Put it on the line, they really love you
If a bitch gon' beat that visitation down
Then that bitch really love you
If a nigga don't show you action
How you know that nigga gon' be for you?
How I'ma know, nigga, if we really rockin'?
Spin his block with a, left him Milly Rockin'
Cruisin' through the city
Keep a mini nina up in my pocket
Cappin' for these niggas, y'all school boys
Niggas need to stop it
Yeah, you get some money
But, you niggas know who really poppin'
Know who started all this shit, 'bout me
Niggas body-droppin'

Stayed down with these M's
Now I'm super rich
In the projects stackin' with my Timbs
Get super trench baby way too wet for me
She leave me super drenched
I don't like no borin' bitch, over here, bae
We get super lit
Feel like you ready to do me bad
You ask me who I'm with
I know why niggas mad 'cause niggas
Got a ran through bitch
I'm bettin' top dollar niggas ain't
Never ran my bitch nigga, I'm a shot caller
I wouldn't even stamp your bitch