Shell Jumping Young Crazy (Ft. Icewear Vezzo)

[Intro: Young Crazy]
Ayy, Crazo, damn
Yeah

[Verse 1: Young Crazy]
Ayy, know how I'm comin' with it
Wafi bust down this piece, nigga, come and get it
I'm ridin' with Ace in the Bimmer like I'm Money Mitch
We the reason nigga smoke his opp in the city (On God)
Real Norfolk City G.O.A.T., I need a billboard
I don't even want a car, these boys'll kill for it
Trump gave away the money, how you still poor?
You brought all them damn guns and y'all still whores
Why you shootin' in the air, you tryna kill the Lord?
Play Monopoly in these streets, we just fill the board
Ayy, life a gamble, and I'm takin' my chips on tour
And I wasn't even lookin' at the strippers, I tipped the floor
Ayy, that boy actin' too damn good, he Denzel cousin
Real killers, when I die, we gon' let Hell jump in
Ayy, your lil' gang walked in, it felt like 12 comin'
I feel like any man with teeth'll probably tell somethin'
Bitch, nah, I don't sell nothin'
Your woman crush just posted my song, now you air punchin'
She not a ten, when I fucked her, I had smelled somethin'
So you won't see me 'round that bitch unless the mail comin'