Nardo Wick – Krazy Krazy Lyrics

Nardo Wick Krazy Krazy Lyrics

(Tay Keith, what the **** goin’ on, ****?)

Crazy, crazy
Only ten pack, eighty
Touch out, rockabye baby
Say she hate me
I’m like, “Why she hate me?” Ain’t did **** to hate me
I’m in Atlanta with switches
Finna pull up on Ced (Switches), finna pull up on Baby
I’m in Atlanta with switches
Finna pull up on Savage (Switches), finna pull up on Slime
I’m in the city with choppas
Finna pull up on Nuk, finna pull up on Tuk
Opps call my phone like, “Finna pull up on you”
Finna pull up on who?
Tell ’em, “Come through,” tell ’em come do what they do
Tell ’em come make they move (Tell ’em, tell ’em)
Tell ’em, “Come through,” tell ’em come do what they do
Tell ’em, “Come make the news”

I ain’t feelin’ none of these **** (Tay Keith, **** these **** up)
All that **** they say be flaw
**** lie, I know the truth, I be like, “Come on, knock it off”
Call her shark attack, what’s in between my legs stay in her jaws
Call me pad man, what’s in between my legs stay in her draws
Yeah, we got shots fo’ sho’, but they is not fo’ sho’
They fill that up
We totin’ the lil’ jawns
We shoot, they gettin’ low, it look like limbo
Text on Telegram, it say, “That **** end,” it’s from my ****
Call me cousin’nem and say, “That **** end,” and they say, “10-4”
My **** avalanche, my wrist a avalanche, my mouth a avalanche
My **** ain’t average, my gang ain’t average, my car not average
I be on wicked ****, my gang on wicked ****, my **** on wicked ****
I be on silly ****, hop out this silly quick, I’m tryna split a wig (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Said that she feelin’ me, she want to feel on me
She want a ****, me
Said he got hit a bunch but end up pullin’ through, I say, “You killin’ me”
**** get butterflies when they around the gang, they be so jittery
My ****, a couple houses, no exaggeratin’, I’m talkin’ ’bout-
**** gon’ go bang, bang
My chain go bling, bling (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
I’m screamin’, “Gang, gang”
And ain’t it **** changed, I’m on the same thing, I still’ll bang, bang
We don’t play no games, and we don’t drop names, we lettin’ **** rain
Ran out of propane, ain’t breakin’ shit down, we sellin’ whole things (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Walk in the store, and I got a stick under my arm
**** play, he gon’ **** in the store
Say he gettin’ a switchy, but he ain’t gon’ keep it on auto
The **** is he buyin’ it for? (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
He ride in a Hemi (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
Police pull him over, he stop (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
Then the **** is he drivin’ it for? (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
If I see her, I’m hittin’ the **** (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
But, I don’t ever see her ’cause this **** hidin’ the ****
They really ****, them **** just actin’ like gangstas, them **** be hidin’ they ****
When we out of town, they be goin’ on live outside, like we ain’t have ’em duckin’ before
Be usin’ your brain whenever it come to this gang, or we puttin’ that **** on the floor
All these **** is lame, we know somebody in gang probably hittin’ his ****

Crazy, crazy
Only ten pack, eighty
Touch out, rockabye baby
Say she hate me
I’m like, “Why she hate me?” Ain’t did shit to hate me
I’m in Atlanta with switches
Finna pull up on Ced (Switches), finna pull up on Baby
I’m in Atlanta with switches
Finna pull up on Savage (Switches), finna pull up on Slime
I’m in the city with choppas
Finna pull up on Nuk, finna pull up on Tuk
Opps call my phone like, “Finna pull up on you”
Finna pull up on who?
Tell ’em, “Come through,” tell ’em come do what they do
Tell ’em come make they move (Tell ’em, tell ’em)
Tell ’em, “Come through,” tell ’em come do what they do
Tell ’em, “Come make the news”

Written by: Brytavious Chambers, Horace Walls

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