"Crazy Handgun" lyrics
Yeah, yeah
On gang
Blunt taste like this bih' got some Grabba
Posted with these guns, but I'm a rapper
Nigga gettin' less security, nigga gettin' zapped
Tinted-up whip, got the blick in the lap
I got the meds in the drop right here
I got the drugs in the drop right here
Push to the spot, you can link and get served
First one up, I be out for the bird
Nigga in the trench, it's a lot you gotta learn
Crazy handgun, shit spittin' out germ
All these fuckin' racks like I'm printin' this shit (Printin' this shit)
Give a fuck what you talkin' 'bout, you ain't talk 'bout shit (Ain't talk 'bout shit)
Everything else I answer not, it ain't benefitin'
Nigga from the trenches, nigga finna be really rich
12 can't even see behind the tint, they be hatin' on me
Nigga want smoke 'bout these hoes, got a cape on 'em
Pull up to the party ain't like I got Drac' on me
Put the scope on the AR, it got tape on it
Never shot his gun, he fits it up, he put BAPE on it
Lil' twin gon' leave when it smokes, he gon' break on it
Smoke too many blunts in a day, I'm a real stoner (A real stoner)
I'm geeked, you can say it to my face, I don't wanna talk (Say it to my face)
Scrammy-ass ho fucked the gang, no respect
Gun that boy down and leave 'em there, watch
That drank, it beat yo' heart up, you gettin' lights out
Kickin' shit with my feet up, this my lifestyle
Slide in the fuckin' Jeep truck, neck iced out
Finesse you out yo' green bucks, I'm hype now
Plus two, add it to my artillery
Just touched down, nigga get this shit goin'
Workin' the other one, LAZER already knowin'
Butterfinger, nigga droppin' his gun
Fuck nigga dropped the Gen, he tryna run
I'm smokin' on that shit, it got me fucked up
Trappin' that cap shit, bih' got me fucked up
Pickpocket for your racks, run your stuff
Brand-new hunnids stuck together, shit crispy
Same nigga from the hood on the stage with me
Nigga know Lil' LAZER never gon' change
From the block, I can't switch on the trenches
Got my Glock, but I probably won't mention it
Ho-hoppin', I be switchin' my bitches
Run yo' pocket, let me see what you got in it
Slide the ATM, I think I reached my limit
Broke the box, nigga poppin' the door on
Dirty Glocks, I done scratched off the logo
Run from cop, we can't fuck with no po-po
Dirty guns in the V, blunt taste like this bih' got some Grabba
Posted with these guns, but I'm a rapper
Nigga gettin' less security, nigga gettin' zapped
Tinted-up whip, got the blick in the lap
I got the meds in the drop right here
I got the drugs in the drop right here
Push to the spot, you can link and get served
First one up, I be out for the bird
Nigga in the trench, it's a lot you gotta learn
Crazy handgun, shit spittin' out germ
Spin out the germ
On gang
Blunt taste like this bih' got some Grabba
Posted with these guns, but I'm a rapper
Nigga gettin' less security, nigga gettin' zapped
Tinted-up whip, got the blick in the lap
I got the meds in the drop right here
I got the drugs in the drop right here
Push to the spot, you can link and get served
First one up, I be out for the bird
Nigga in the trench, it's a lot you gotta learn
Crazy handgun, shit spittin' out germ
All these fuckin' racks like I'm printin' this shit (Printin' this shit)
Give a fuck what you talkin' 'bout, you ain't talk 'bout shit (Ain't talk 'bout shit)
Everything else I answer not, it ain't benefitin'
Nigga from the trenches, nigga finna be really rich
12 can't even see behind the tint, they be hatin' on me
Nigga want smoke 'bout these hoes, got a cape on 'em
Pull up to the party ain't like I got Drac' on me
Put the scope on the AR, it got tape on it
Never shot his gun, he fits it up, he put BAPE on it
Lil' twin gon' leave when it smokes, he gon' break on it
Smoke too many blunts in a day, I'm a real stoner (A real stoner)
I'm geeked, you can say it to my face, I don't wanna talk (Say it to my face)
Scrammy-ass ho fucked the gang, no respect
Gun that boy down and leave 'em there, watch
That drank, it beat yo' heart up, you gettin' lights out
Kickin' shit with my feet up, this my lifestyle
Slide in the fuckin' Jeep truck, neck iced out
Finesse you out yo' green bucks, I'm hype now
Plus two, add it to my artillery
Just touched down, nigga get this shit goin'
Workin' the other one, LAZER already knowin'
Butterfinger, nigga droppin' his gun
Fuck nigga dropped the Gen, he tryna run
I'm smokin' on that shit, it got me fucked up
Trappin' that cap shit, bih' got me fucked up
Pickpocket for your racks, run your stuff
Brand-new hunnids stuck together, shit crispy
Same nigga from the hood on the stage with me
Nigga know Lil' LAZER never gon' change
From the block, I can't switch on the trenches
Got my Glock, but I probably won't mention it
Ho-hoppin', I be switchin' my bitches
Run yo' pocket, let me see what you got in it
Slide the ATM, I think I reached my limit
Broke the box, nigga poppin' the door on
Dirty Glocks, I done scratched off the logo
Run from cop, we can't fuck with no po-po
Dirty guns in the V, blunt taste like this bih' got some Grabba
Posted with these guns, but I'm a rapper
Nigga gettin' less security, nigga gettin' zapped
Tinted-up whip, got the blick in the lap
I got the meds in the drop right here
I got the drugs in the drop right here
Push to the spot, you can link and get served
First one up, I be out for the bird
Nigga in the trench, it's a lot you gotta learn
Crazy handgun, shit spittin' out germ
Spin out the germ
Writer(s): Devokeyous Hamilton
