DY Krazy

[Chorus]
The way I wear these Jewelry like
I ain’t have money before
You was happy when I was down like
You wanted me broke
Plenty nights you seen my gun like
You wanted me smoked
Counting money round them killas like
You wanna be poked
I want it now like I ain’t want it before
You fronted me all them drugs yeah
You should me the rope
The way I drive them cars like
I ain’t have money before
Give my heart to the trenches cause
They love me fashow
Fashow, Fashow, Fashow, Fashow
They ain’t want me
Broke fashow This shit forreal nah fashow

[Verse 1]
Fuck all that politic ion trust ‘em
Don’t want to play no role cause I don’t love ‘em
Shoot ‘em in his face you know I ain’t gone
Snuck ‘em
I just fuck her once you know I ain’t gone cuff her
Shout out to the trenches, shout out to my brothers
I can’t wife no bitch she wear them Coochie cutters
On the gram you ain copped weight you copped
A gram i know you sniffing that
How you Get Back Gang and I know
You ain’t getting back
They take yo shit and you can’t get it back
You can pay for it
This lifestyle that I live bitch Im made for it
Not that fake shit, But that real cup of Act I got
A taste for it
[Chorus]
The way I wear these Jewelry like
I ain’t have money before
You was happy when I was down like
You wanted me broke
Plenty nights you seen my gun like
You wanted me smoked
Counting money round them killas like
You wanna be poked
I want it now like I ain’t want it before
You fronted me all them drugs yeah
You should me the rope
The way I drive them cars like i
Ain’t have money before
Give my heart to the trenches cause
They love me fashow
Fashow, Fashow, Fashow, Fashow
They ain’t want me
Broke forshow This shit forreal nah fashow

[Verse 2]
Millions on my mind n***a every night
Obey the traffic book but don’t do red lights
I told them that I got ‘em now my bread right
Left my bitch I got her back and now my
Head right, Weed misdemeanor but that be the feds
Type
Come to my city with them jewelry you better
Wear it light
Only right to feed my n***as, more than drugs to be
My n***as
808 cause Dy Did ‘em, You not gang you want a
Picture, You know it real you google numbers
On a Percocet, You bring them drugs I ain’t gone pop
If I ain’t heard of it
Momma I’m a Gangster stop worrying
When I’m by myself I keep a murder kit (yea, yea)
Chorus]
The way I wear these Jewelry like
I ain’t have money before
You was happy when I was down like
You wanted me broke
Plenty nights you seen my gun like
You wanted me smoked
Counting money round them killas like
You wanna be poked
I want it now like I ain’t want it before
You fronted me all them drugs yeah
You should me the rope
The way I drive them cars like i
Ain’t have money before
Give my heart to the trenches cause
They love me fashow
Fashow, Fashow, Fashow, Fashow
They ain’t want me
Broke fashow This shit forreal nah fashow