May Sound Crazy Lyrics

It may sound crazy (yea)

Crazy I walk in tryna spend and they see a crook

This shit spades i'm with my mans he wanna see a book

Im behind tint just in case they tryna peep a look

Crazy how you know they talking down off how people look

Tied in with a heavy camp I ain't even Jook

Say she like my T and wanna kick it I ain't even booker

Niggas telling me i'm going hard I ain't even cooking

Its just me and her she shaking ass I ain't even book her

Man I always had the sauce before I even rapped

Don't let this shit get to your head this ain't even that

Its Wes and the snipes with me I don't even act

I keep making niggas new believers I ain't keeping track

Man I run so faster I could sit still

Tell her keep her hands off me i'm a big deal

I was tryna catch em bro caught em its a tip drill

Little ass boy can't even tell me how a flip feel

I walk in then its half time finna flip field

All that act got him juiced up he a get spilled

Come around and they choose up man this shit real

From the east always a clip around full of lil Bill's

Little guy I ain't even tripping bout that little shit

Man I could keep scoring until a bitch quit

I can't even come in here to rap if I ain't did shit

Bitch I been pushing skate a while no heel flips

She looked me dead in my eyes say she like my album

Me and Skeez did twenty five had us rapping louder

Speaking of quarter man i'm blowed smoke that in the hour

Lame think not giving the game a help get him farther

Kid, and thats why niggas lose

I don't give a fuck what a nigga do

As long as they print it ima get it too

If it ain't genuine then I can't fit into it