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insane - killedbycrook lyrics

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[intro]
keep talking, he going out bad
and i don’t give a f*ck, i just think that he mad
he get turned to a stain in a second for rapping about b*tches i already had
give a f*ck about a little n*gga tag
when the boy fall off, then the b*tch get jacked
beat on a f*ck n*gga face if he diss on the name, then the boy get dragged
crook outside, sn*tch the boy chain
give a f*ck what he claim, i’ma diss on the gang
ask a n*gga what’s cracking with flame
think he throwing the hands, he get put on a chain
tell a f*ck n*gga show me a band, and he ain’t show sh*t
’cause the f*ck boy lame, on court, b*tch
feel like a slave, i’ma ride with my heart
twelve make me insane
narcix

[chorus]
the n*gga a b*tch, why he talking about racks?
i been on the same sh*t, getting to money, i’m stuffing the racks in my bag
fell in love with the same b*tch, see in her eyes, she don’t love me, she think that i’m whack
why the f*ck is he capping, i know he a b*tch, get shot if he step in the trap
keep talking, he going out bad
and i don’t give a f*ck, i just think that he mad
he get turned to a stain in a second for rapping about b*tches i already had
give a f*ck about a little n*gga tag
when the boy fall off, then the b*tch get jacked
beat on a f*ck n*gga face if he diss on the name, then the boy get dragged
[verse]
crook outside, sn*tch the boy chain
give a f*ck what he claim, i’ma diss on the gang
ask a n*gga what’s cracking with flame
think he throwing the hands, he get put on a chain
tell a f*ck n*gga show me a band, and he ain’t show sh*t
’cause the f*ck boy lame, on court, b*tch, feel like a slave
i’ma ride with my heat, twelve make me insane
big twenty seven on my tee
if a n*gga want rec, i’ma put him to sleep
been boxing n*ggas for the free
if it’s prices involved, then the boy getting beat
i’ma press on the block, pump faking like i ain’t outside with a brand new g
swerve quick, n*gga, fl!ck on a jeep
whole block get twist, crash out on in the street

[chorus]
the n*gga a b*tch, why he talking about racks?
i been on the same sh*t, getting to money, i’m stuffing the racks in my bag
fell in love with the same b*tch, see in her eyes, she don’t love me, she think that i’m whack
why the f*ck is he capping, i know he a b*tch, get shot if he step in the trap
keep talking, he going out bad
and i don’t give a f*ck, i just think that he mad
he get turned to a stain in a second for rapping about b*tches i already had
give a f*ck about a little n*gga tag
when the boy fall off, then the b*tch get jacked
beat on a f*ck n*gga face if he diss on the name, then the boy get dragged
[outro]
on court, b*tch, feel like a slave
i’ma ride with my heart, twelve make me insane
on court, b*tch, feel like a slave
i’ma ride with my heart, twelve make me insane

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