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talking crazy - pranksetta lyrics

[intro]
yeah
prank, b*tch

[verse 1]
grindin’ for that money, boy, i’m in my a game
the way i ran this paper up
you really think i’m a train on a different type of hustle
boy, you couldn’t maintain in a room with two freaky twins
they on the same thing, gang take that fall from me, boy, that’s just a brave thing
flashbacks to the trap phone, i got the same ring
all y’all wearin’, moissanite y’all really got the same bling
unc cracked a autotune plugin and he can’t sing

[chorus]
back to back, with my brother goin
dumb as h*ll, b*tch love my scent
she know that it’s ysl
galactic runtzs in the blunt, got me high as h*ll
trippin’ off the strain, i’m like d*mn, i can’t even spell
scam a grandma for a dub, that’s thе holy grail
why the wockhardt color match my girl nails?

[verse 2]
if i ever go brokе, i’m finna load a scale
all this money coming in, i feel like christian bale
i could do a belly flop on all these hunnids
asked the opp to run, a band for band
his ass was duckin’ burnt out methods
you ain’t even hit for nothin’
f*ck your favorite color, b*tch, you better get to suckin’
my whole clique makin’ money while you make assumptions
[chorus]
i took a white hoe and beat it, up inside a dunkin’
she gave my ass a nickname, she love to call me pumpkin
every time your hoe hear my music, she gon’ bump it
pop out in the newest ricks, but b*tch, i ain’t stuntin’

[verse 3]
i grew up in the dirty side with brothers that was thuggin’
this scamming game too easy, that’s why i really love it
every time i hit a l!ck, it got my bank jumpin’
see that means i’m finna go and be rich
big body pockets like caseoh in that b*tch
i won’t ever tell on my brothers, i can’t snitch
tried to say my name, and i’m finna plead the fifth

[bridge]
double g on the belt, this that gucci, hoe
i don’t really got time for no moody hoe
future life in the hills, so it’s bougie, bro
i don’t work construction, but i still keep that toolie, hoe

[verse 4]
get the acting dumb off a couple shots of julio
know a couple crashouts, it’s crazy what they do to bro
driftin’ in the h*llcat, i can’t catch the speed
almost slapped a stupid b*tch, ’cause she done used her t**th
how you rockin’ fake black cats?
boy, that sh*t got me weak
the only reason i got cartiers is ’cause my favorite fiend
had a shootout with the cops
[outro]
i’m trippin’ off the dopamine, hit a different type of punch
like my name really overeem, kinda feeling light skin
that shawty if she notice me puffing on this indica
without it, i can’t go to sleep
five stars sean call, lester like its gta heater
hit a opp body harder than a uv ray

- pranksetta lyrics

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