Lyrics Trouble – Shit Crazy

Zay told him
All I could tell ya
Ya hear me ?

Shit crazy

Shit so crazy on my side nigga
Homicide after homicide nigga
We don’t get identified nigga
You ain’t no real nigga you testify nigga (hell no)
I hope you got yours I keep mine nigga
This ain’t no 9 it’s for 40 what more than nine in em’
I ain’t lying in school these niggas lying to them
No I got some big homies we got it flying to them
We was in the jungle we ain’t longer
Whole lot of marijuana by the bundle
Catch a plane praying that I never fumble
Swear shit’s gonna get crazy nigga play this on my mama

Shit crazy
I’m thinking about my bae

I is crazy to the point you gotta watch around
That’s why I only keep a few niggas around me round
Yeah I know plenty folk but that don’t mean they friends with me
I don’t regret I had to shoot a penitentiary
It’s a real nigga gettin bread in penitentiaries
It’s a real bitch you gettin that bread through penitentiaries
Shit’s between trading red they got like a 30 now with an L on it
What can I tell homies
I got some younguns in the country I ain’t no bill for them
No crock admit there ain’t no bill for them
Ain’t even gotta do work these niggas gonna tell for it
Free my nigga from the chain gang
And his cousin nigga tell on me

Shit crazy
I’m thinking about my bae
Shit crazy
Whole team crazy
Shit crazy
Gotta keep that strap on you
Shit crazy yeah yeah
I crazy
Missing me in this door
Spin your ass no Tony Parker
Shit crazy
Up and down my side of town
Shit so crazy to the point you gotta watch around