DRES - Crazy World lyrics

rate me

bad bitches, countin doe, baggin rocks - crazy

vehicles.....kitted.....my whole teams committed - we was poor as

kids..... but now it seems we've done did it and blew - other

niggas find the style hard to chew, talkin bout we too wild, and

that's

emphatically true, so don't cross us....or you'll be on the

ground countin losses - for rea; - every nigga I know will peel a

motherfuckin dome like stockin - we be the owner of the style

many niggas be jockin - blocks be rocklin - Glock pops alot and,

damn,

there ain't no stoppin me or my mans. We like whatever.

Pop told me that this money's not forever so I look for investments

for

my crew to bury treasure. That be it, say when ya makin

money , paw, ya see it - cause if ya can't be paid, it's like ya can't

be shit HOOK Ringleaders are coming, get up your dick-beaters

- or heaters - and share the mind state of a fetus - can't beat us -

and

lyrically them niggas can't see this as it go's - we turn kilo's

into litres. Pounds turn to smoke in the concrete flood - and blood

will

often turn the dirt into mud. Bulletts become shells -

names become bells, and if you blow street trial, nigga your cell

becomes hell - said even time don't tell, at least that's how it used

to be, but it's a different day and time and strong eyes don't see

down

the wire - ready to blow the empire like a friar, smoking

blunts strong as desire - a messiah - raised amongst men that

conspire

to retire but often end up the town crier - In the fire of a

cold world yo, said it be flamin - still we aimin to be the one - Titus

& Haymon HOOK Get ready - my whole teams known to rock

steady - No Getty - I gots more sauce than spaghetti - a machete -

I'll

turn your whole frame to confetti - to the nitty-gritty, we

bout to flip the pity petty - when braves become slaves and plots

become

graves - and strays fly in the air like they was

Blue-Jays Robbers can be cops - while thuggs police blocks - I sit

beside my window sippin sky on the rocks - to see the church

got locks - no goodness in gracious - Loungin with robber barrons

in

rooms thats palacious - to weigh dissin us with the need to

lay down - no more misunderstanding - coming at you , aye-now,

who be

talking - better than that yo, who be hawkin - I suggest

you turn around and just start walking, or I'm a catch you coolin

talkin

what a fly life and keep it real and cut your throat with a

butter-fly knife HOOK GET SWAZY - WE ABOUT TO FLIP

THE SCRIPT AND GET

CRAZY RICH KIDS UP FOR RICH BIDS

BABY - GOIN ALL OUT - GETTIN DOWN GETTIN GRAVY

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