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crazy ain't it - ralfy the plug & otm lyrics

[intro]
(viper)

[verse 1: duffy]
ayy, tell these n*ggas stop playin’, these n*ggas crazy
think a n*gga fakin’, he was so sadly mistaken
i see them n*ggas hatin’, they don’t never see no franklins
i’m nervous and anxious, i ain’t never had no patience
it’s kind of crazy, ain’t it? yeah, i know, i hate to break it to you
go and get a bag, ’cause for surely, we ain’t waitin’ for you
hangin’ with the plug, then you bound to start breakin’ b*tches
all the opps g*y, that’s a shame if you hangin’ with ’em
let me show you n*ggas how it’s done, like the real way
you ain’t got no dough, you ain’t comin’ in the first place
actin’ like police, beat it, bro, i’m with thе gunplay
i might quit rappin’, like f*ck this whole new mixtapе

[chorus: duffy]
sh*t, n*gga
the stinc team still run la, it’s kind of crazy, ain’t it?
huh
ridin’ with shaneyney on my hip, ain’t no safety on it, n*gga
yeah
big bank buddah on my neck, it’s kind of crazy, ain’t it? (huh, n*gga)
tell a lil’ b*tch percs first, i’m straight up with it
[verse 2: blue pesos]
it’s crazy, ain’t it? you thought the stincs was finna fold?
why you actin’ so bold? oh, you hang around the cops, huh?
what’s up with n*ggas? you think you finna know when a body drop?
chalk zone, a bald old head [?] wildin’ out
waitin’ at his b*tch house and catch him while he by himself
chops out, n*ggas get dramatic, i think he p*ssed his self
nina ross holdin’ down my jeans, i don’t need no belt
[?], i just side swiped him
hundiddy dropped on his block, he called the cops on me
that mark is a buster douglas too, we just john doe’d him
i like the peach but it’s better in a cream soda
yeah, i could give you d*ck, shorty, but don’t take no photos
i’m a cold demon, b*tch, so cold
i could never cuff a broke b*tch and take her from a loser
pockets filled up in vvs, yeah, pops on us
stinc team came, we got glocks, d*mn, where his socks?

[chorus: duffy]
yeah, n*gga
the stinc team still run la, it’s kind of crazy, ain’t it?
huh
ridin’ with shaneyney on my hip, ain’t no safety on it (safety on it, n*gga)
yeah
big bank buddah on my neck, it’s kind of crazy, ain’t it? (huh, n*gga)
tell a lil’ b*tch percs first, i’m straight up with it
[verse 3: ralfy the plug]
them percs first, go to work, i’m straight up with her
i’m rich ’cause he just wanna get paid to lay up with her
plug literally get in the booth, wake up, shred
interested in gettin’ money, you better pay attention
“ralfy, you [?], you be stranglin’ b*tches”
if you get the diamonds from any angle, they hittin’
the plug be droppin’ heat, they just be waitin’ on music
stinc team run la, we just let y’all use it
the plug

- ralfy the plug otm lyrics

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