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crazy - schoolboy q lyrics

[intro]
it go, run dum dum, this for my n-ggas selling yayo
i said run dum dum, keep it bussin’ every day yo

[verse 1]
four four with the nose leakin’, still workin
back up in this b-tch like a lab surgeon
fired up, leave a snitch n-gga wide if he wired up
yeah, huh, jaw shut
pool b-tts
ran to the bread but only got crusts
so me grindin’ with that iron is a real must
and it will bust, trust
so hush little boy hush
it’s a man’s world
you can go and keep it jerkin do your dance girl
i’m a cold n-gga
street entrepreneur trying to gain figures
huh, plus i heard you was a lame n-gga
nah n-gga, no need to explain n-gga
first off see you never did your thing n-gga
looked up in the year book and seen you was the same n-gga
take you back to as a child
where you was runnin from the same n-ggas that is bustas now
so you drink to sterilize your pain
and you never sober, should of been a soldier

[hook]
up jumps the boogie to the bang bang boogie not another n-gga f-ckin’ with me
i go upside your head, leave a mother f-cker dead and i dare an eye witness to see
i got me something and it do somethin’ sweet
acting r-t-rded n-gga my cup of tea

[verse 2]
bang pop n-ggas sling rocks like a sling shot
call my b-tch china white, all she do is bang c-ck
still with the same glock, like i never heard cops
f-ck police tattoo’s
50 n-ggas serve got
beanie down, blacked up
every n-ggas strapped up
and we all tryna prove somethin’
move somethin’
fool nothin’ all you n-ggas dead frontin’
be politicking’ never beyond dumbin’
straight gunnin’
huh? yeah, so whats crackalackin’?
look into a n-gga eyes you know whats ’bout to happen
back in action, flip the money like gymnastics
wrapped in plastic, fantastic
yeah
make the soda pop you n-ggas smell the odor
coca cola, heard it’s cheaper in the nolia
so do the nolia clap
where them birds at?
just know i’m here for business though
see i serve rats
yeah, make sure n-gga heard that
seen as he hit the back his -ss getting whacked (blat)
yeah, and it’s on to the next one
gone to the next onw
flyer than a jetson
you knowin’ ima get it in
playin with the heat you should have gave it to your n-ggas then
shots jump, roping out the glock
smoking like a double dutch
too much

[hook]

- schoolboy q lyrics

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