Crazy lyrics

by

Q Da Fool


Imma sip this lean then imma lean back
Your b*tch on my di*k she like "Q just relax"
b*tch I'm on the box, I can't even leave the trap
b*tch you on my c*ck, but you like to hang with rats
I stay with 20 bands now a n*gga feeling arrogant
Me and money married, you play with me get carried
I got a b*tch like Fergie, she suck my di*k real early
When my daddy died damn I felt just like a surgeon
Damn that sh*t it really hurt me
I know you want me to [?]
I know you want me killed walk the ops
I'm really a street n*gga f*ck 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 f*ck, get the f*ck
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 f*ckin 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, n*gga they be going crazy
Catching bodies every day, this sh*t will be you crazy
Crazy, man my n*ggas crazy
Pray for me, I swear they got my n*ggas 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 b*tched out and told
Keep asking questions, b*tch I don't know
They ain't 'bout to have Q Da Fool on death row
I play the game smart b*tch, like a chess board
I'm 'bout to pop a xan, even 'bout to press record n*gga
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