Rich Homie Quan – Krazy Lyrics

Rich Homie Quan – Krazy Lyrics

Hu hu *laugh
I been hearing the chatter quick
Know I been hearing the mumbling
Tell them n!gga* speak up though
I bet them n!gga* can’t do what I do
I bet them n!gga* can’t pop it how I pop it

Ayee,
flip flops , I just hit a b!tch no condom
I been serving white Boys Adam no jumper
Circle full of bosses everybody getting money
And we gone get a whole lot of more this summer
Run it up til the money counter get done
Bank money got paper cuts on my thumb
Taking my little boy to school with a gun
Sad that I got to walk around with a gun
Everybody riding around ATLANTA with a gun
Shawty did 16 months without a bond
If you want smoke n!gga better check on your lungs
Cause I ain’t never have a f*ck about nothing
For sh!t to get crazy , Youn want for this sh!t to get crazy
“Rich Homie “ !
sh!t will get crazy them young nihgas ass gone go crazy

“ Heyyyyy “ !
All my n!gga* they pure we don’t even walk around saying we real
I’m sad that my dawg just died cause somebody gave my boy a fake pill
My young nihgas ain’t got jobs but u might hire them boys cause they kill
Percs don’t make me crazy if I take one rich Homie on chill
I was in amg doing 130
Ion need 7 bullets on me need thirty
All of guns clean but a couple of em dirty
All my young nihgas bout to start purging
Shoulder strap on the choppa so it shoot sturdy
Young n!gga died another unsolved murder
Had to put a rubber on my d!ck cause she fertile
(? Having Chicken way before the n!gga kernel
Blue tip bullets gone burn ya
Stay out my business if the sh!t don’t concern you
The n!gga you call big bro used to be a runner
n!gga talk slick b!tch n!gga get confronted
And I got some thick Shìt out of Dallas Texas
b!tch redder than hi tech
Getting money this Shìt a process
Still doing it for the projects
“Quan “

Ayee,
flip flops , I just hit a b!tch no condom
I been serving white Boys Adam no jumper
Circle full of bosses everybody getting money
And we gone get a whole lot of more this summer
Run it up til the money counter get done
Bank money got paper cuts on my thumb
Taking my little boy to school with a gun
Sad that I got to walk around with a gun
Everybody riding around ATLANTA with a gun
Shawty did 16 months without a bond
If you want smoke n!gga better check on your lungs
Cause I ain’t never have a f*ck about nothing
For sh!t to get crazy , Youn want for this sh!t to get crazy
“Rich Homie “ !
sh!t will get crazy them young nihgas ass gone go crazy