Crazy ft. OG Hugh Hef Lyrics

Boot

Why you say you want to know the old me

Trust me

Nigga you don't want to know the old me

Poppin'

Bitch I'm percolating I ain't faking

Phony

Niggas out here snitching, they balonga

Crazy

Shit can go so crazy man I swear that everyday I be praying

Got to have some patience, these niggas my patients

Want them perc fifteen, roc thirty

You want to snort 'em up, just like a white girlie

Knock the top off, Got his toes curling

He won't admit that he in love, but he won't doubt me

You gone need a doctor how you taking all these percs

I don't do the downers 'cause the uppers keep me working, aye

Drippin' all this water, swear these diamonds got me surfin' aye

Johnny Tsunami, yeah a young nigga swervin'

On my Jack City type shit

Keep a big pistol, I ain't never been a lick

Walk up in yo hood lookin' like a whole brick (OG)

Came from the bricks where them youngin's keep a stick

Sticks on rollie, ain't no tik tok

Pull up to yo hood, make the whole block hot

Why you say you want to know the old me

Trust me

Nigga you don't want to know the old me

Poppin'

Bitch I'm percolating I ain't faking

Phony

Niggas out here snitching, they balonga

Crazy

Shit can go so crazy man I swear that everyday I be praying

Got to have some patience, these niggas my patients

Want them perc fifteen, roc thirty

You want to snort 'em up, just like a white girlie

Knock the top off, Got his toes curling

He won't admit that he in love, but he won't doubt me

Yeah

How you doubt a nigga

Know my pockets bigger (I swear)

Know I keep a hitta (Facts)

Nigga acting shady (huh)

You don't want no smoke

Smoke him like a port

Snag him by a rope

Pussy think he poppin'

Pull up, I'm a pop him

Pull up, I'm a drop him

Aye, just might rob ya

Boy you think you cool

Boy you know you fake

Pull a nigga rank

Cook him like hibachi

Cut him like some steak

Everything at stake

I'm a boss, took a L today

Told that nigga cool it down, got to know your place

I'm the type of nigga, pull up at your fucking place

On the gram talking, now a nigga in your face

Pull up at your spot, black mask, no case

Why you say you want to know the old me

Trust me

Nigga you don't want to know the old me

Poppin'

Bitch I'm percolating I ain't faking

Phony

Niggas out here snitching, they balonga

Crazy

Shit can go so crazy man I swear that everyday I be praying

Got to have some patience, these niggas my patients

Want them perc fifteen, roc thirty

You want to snort 'em up, just like a white girlie

Knock the top off, Got his toes curling

He won't admit that he in love, but he won't doubt me