Talkin Crazy

New Wave, O.J Don't pull up on me, talkin' crazy, cause I'm really bout that I keep a full clip of F ends, blow a stop back No cappin', but I keep a snap back, yo, bitch like that You askin' how I got his addy, he was lakin' on snap I'm a demon when it come to huntin' niggas down Pop a phone, you like I'm Jason, I don't make a sound Only thing you hear is shots, another man down Now it's R.I.P., let's go and paint this town Now usually I just be simpin', don't promote this behavior When I'm done, I hope you prayin', cause you gon' need a savior I got 30 shots, call me Steph, I'ma make him Call me King Von, the way I load it up, I'ma spray it Give a fuck about your muscles, I'm a giant slayer Call me Jack and I got hollow, so it's poppin', baby Brand new whip, that shit is foreign, but it's not Mercedes My engine hummin', that bitch singin' like Mariah Carey I'm too fast, I be movin' like I'm Barry Allen Give a fuck about the cops, you know I like a challenge Like Grant that Foto in the street, we fuckin' up the county Saw that bitch and had to let it blast, lights out and down it I'm gon' keep comin' and comin', so you better not stop We gon' sell some T-shirts with his face in the shop Yeah, we keep them big guns, know this shit ain't no prop I hope that you prepared when we see him let off them shots Don't pull up on me talkin' crazy, cause I'm really pout that I keep a full clip of FNs, blow his top back No cappin', but I keep a snap back, yo bitch like that You askin' how I got his addy, he was like, and don't snap I'm a demon when it come to huntin' niggas down Pop a phone, you like I'm Jason, I don't make a sound Only thing you hear is shots, another man down Now it's R.I.P., let's go and paint this town These niggas tired like they goin' runnin' up a hill That bitch was goofy, tryna set me up like Jack and Jill He tryna square up, and I gave that boy a sleepin' pill Now he leakin' like yo cup when it overfills Too many bodies in the city, that shit overkill I'm aimin' at yo top, that's a insta-kill That shit hurt my stomach, I seen that shit for real Go tell yo mama that Shandosha taught you how to drill Step one, you got his addy, ain't gon' pop a pill Step two, you grab yo block and you gon' shoot to kill Step three, slide to his spot, you know it's gettin' real Step four, you pop the opp, you seen his blood spill You better come to yo senses, cause I ain't the one Ask my mama about me, I love to play with guns Me and Jesse in the street, we did that shit for fun These niggas pussy when they see me, them hoes love to run Don't pull up on me talkin' crazy cause I'm really bout that I keep a full clip of FNs, blow his top back No cappin' but I keep a snap back, yo bitch like that You askin' how I got his addy, he was like an old snap I'm a demon when it come to huntin' niggas down Pop a phone, you like I'm Jason, I don't make a sound Only thing you hear is shots, another man down Now it's R.I.P., let's go and paint the town Thanks for watching