[Intro]
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Let's go
[Chorus]
Fixed his mouth to say my name, that lil' boy bold as hell
On a jail call, he making disses from a holding cell
Ain't beefin' with no rat, no, that shit backwards, bitch, you known to tell
Cray-Cray, know that be my favorite strand, know we still smokin'—
Show you how to work the backseat, already know this shit get nasty
The fuck I look like cuffin' a BBL? That shit is just too much plastic
I don't really be with all the talkin', come on, pussy, make it happen
He a junkie, catch him walkin', I won't miss, stick automatic
[Verse]
She asked me what I want for my birthday, I told her I want a Drac'
Nigga dissin', got hit up the worst way, turned into a plate
He got caught lackin', tried to grab his gun, uh-uh, boy, it's too late
He ain't take it serious, he tried to self-revive, this not a game
Pussy nigga ain't havin' aim, take your bitch ass to the range
Nigga be runnin' his mouth, ain't never did shit, he somethin' like Charlamagne
I'm already knowin' this ho wanna fuck a young nigga, why the fuck you startin' game?
Ain't been startin' no beef, but a nigga gon' crash out to get in our lane
[Chorus]
Fixed his mouth to say my name, that lil' boy bold as hell
On a jail call, he making disses from a holding cell
Ain't beefin' with no rat, no, that shit backwards, bitch, you known to tell
Cray-Cray, know that be my favorite strand, know we still smokin'—
Show you how to work the backseat, already know this shit get nasty
The fuck I look like cuffin' a BBL? That shit is just too much plastic
I don't really be with all the talkin', come on, pussy, make it happen
He a junkie, catch him walkin', I won't miss, stick automatic
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Let's go
[Chorus]
Fixed his mouth to say my name, that lil' boy bold as hell
On a jail call, he making disses from a holding cell
Ain't beefin' with no rat, no, that shit backwards, bitch, you known to tell
Cray-Cray, know that be my favorite strand, know we still smokin'—
Show you how to work the backseat, already know this shit get nasty
The fuck I look like cuffin' a BBL? That shit is just too much plastic
I don't really be with all the talkin', come on, pussy, make it happen
He a junkie, catch him walkin', I won't miss, stick automatic
[Verse]
She asked me what I want for my birthday, I told her I want a Drac'
Nigga dissin', got hit up the worst way, turned into a plate
He got caught lackin', tried to grab his gun, uh-uh, boy, it's too late
He ain't take it serious, he tried to self-revive, this not a game
Pussy nigga ain't havin' aim, take your bitch ass to the range
Nigga be runnin' his mouth, ain't never did shit, he somethin' like Charlamagne
I'm already knowin' this ho wanna fuck a young nigga, why the fuck you startin' game?
Ain't been startin' no beef, but a nigga gon' crash out to get in our lane
[Chorus]
Fixed his mouth to say my name, that lil' boy bold as hell
On a jail call, he making disses from a holding cell
Ain't beefin' with no rat, no, that shit backwards, bitch, you known to tell
Cray-Cray, know that be my favorite strand, know we still smokin'—
Show you how to work the backseat, already know this shit get nasty
The fuck I look like cuffin' a BBL? That shit is just too much plastic
I don't really be with all the talkin', come on, pussy, make it happen
He a junkie, catch him walkin', I won't miss, stick automatic
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