Crazy - Q Da Fool, Kenny Beats

Imma sip this lean then imma lean back

Your bitch on my dick she like «Q just relax»

Bitch I’m on the box, I can’t even leave the trap

Bitch you on my cock, but you like to hang with rats

I stay with 20 bands now a nigga feeling arrogant

Me and money married, you play with me get carried

I got a bitch like Fergie, she suck my dick real early

When my daddy died damn I felt just like a surgeon

Damn that shit it really hurt me

I know you want me to

I know you want me killed walk the ops

I’m really a street nigga fuck a op

RIP 'cause we had to drop

I love my family 'cause they’re the only ones that ever had me

Imma stay ten toes and run my bands up

Feds told me put my hands up, I ain’t 'bout to be in handcuffs

You know I got to get the fuck, get the fuck

Gas coming on the plane on the bus

I don’t really want fame and the

I just want a whole lot of money to touch

I got caught with the pistol, I been chilling lately

But you know I love my pistol, that’s my fuckin baby

All these guns around me, man I think Im going crazy

I’m going crazy, I think I’m going crazy

I got shooters round me, nigga they be going crazy

Catching bodies every day, this shit will be you crazy

Crazy, man my niggas crazy

Pray for me, I swear they got my niggas crazy

Free Lil Mar got locked up down the road

Brother he a shooter he ain’t never froze

His commissary thick 'cause he ain’t tell a soul

Your commissary don’t get a cent 'cause you bitched out and told

Keep asking questions, bitch I don’t know

They ain’t 'bout to have Q Da Fool on death row

I play the game smart bitch, like a chess board

I’m 'bout to pop a xan, even 'bout to press record nigga