3 High DY Krazy (Ft. Yung Mal)

[Intro]
DY Krazy

[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Bustdown
Diamonds all over, them bitches be hittin' retarded
I ain't wifin' a bitch
Now I got me a sack, they gon' fuck my regardless
Niggas be hatin', gotta stay with that chopper like Harley
She got that brain like she went to Harvard
Came up out the dirt, I swear we was starving
Now I pull up and I skrrt in foreigns
Go crazy, huh, DY
Had to recount that cash, three high
Nigga play with the gang, bye-bye
I be sellin' them bags until them hoes run out
We run through the back, 12 pull up and spot
Yo, we got it hot, I'm talkin' FBI
Signed to Guwop, now I trap in my Reeboks
Pull up to the trap in that shit you can't buy (Iceburg)

[Verse 1: Yung Mal]
My niggas didn't break me off none of they pie
Everything out the mud, I swear I can't lie
I know they gon' try, but the stick gon' fire
Do a show out of state, now I gotta fly
The hood been fire hot
I got that cash, I flex on they ass like Popeye
My diamonds gon' make they ass fall out
The hood on my back, I swear I'm goin' all out
Bustdown Rollie hittin', laser
Iceburg, DY, huh, major
Turned they back, they fake, traitor
Get your ho back, I slayed her
Niggas mad 'cause I ball on they ass, huh, fader
You ain't speakin' cash, gotta call you back, talk to you later