[Intro]
Shy Guy, you crazy
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Guys- guys, g-, guys, I'm smoking weed guys, huh
Guys look at me, I just popped a perc
Guys, look at me, woah
I'm crazy

[Verse - BROKIE]
Beefin' wit' BROKIE, you better be 'bout it
You [?] and you finna fool me? (Bitch, I doubt it)
I rock-em, sock-em, till his head's in the clouds
Bitches talkin', they don't want my fist in they mouth
[?]
You ain't boutta walk after yo' head on the ground
I feel like Waka Flocka cus I mob in the paint
I might block 'em
If you think you hard when you ain't
I might hit you wit' the nine, ain't talkin' 'bout Ramadan
Yeah, you won't sleep tonight if you who we plottin' on
Sleep entire crews, I'm lookin' like [?]
I put the red dot to yo' eye, it look like the sharingan
[?] up dudes like I'm up in the octagon
Body count twenty, you might make it twenty-onе
You know I'm trappin' and passin' shit out
With the homies, the trap housе look just like the Pantheon
Bitch, it's [?], grab the gun off the shelf
I say (RUN IT), then I bust they bro in the temple
Bitches runnin', I don't see no one else
It is only blood [?] by myself
I don't ask for advice, I don't need any help
You ain't 'bout that life, bruh, I could already tell
You got [?]
If you sniff then Imma bust yo' shit through myself (ay)
Stop talkin' like your ass sport 4's
All your bitch do is ask for more
If you talkin' on the gang then we at yo' door
And the gang lookin' just like the [?]
Rappers talkin' like they constantly get paid
Any other day, they constantly bitch-made
[?] Brenda want my kids on her lips, ay
You just mad you know that me and yo' chick bang
[Verse 2 - kirby2cool!]
(doesnt deserve to have their lyrics written tbh)