KizzleWatt - Cr8zy (Why) Lyrics

KizzleWatt in this bitch AYE
Man F*ck y'all man
F*ck the oops
F*ck the cops
Keep counting knots
Been curving thots
Ben sliding block
Been sending shots
Been poured a ounce into my pop
Now i'm leaning
Also Scheming
Double Beaming
Close my eyes I can't stop dreaming
Head keep screaming
Her wrist bleeding
What's the meaning
Pissed, they steaming
Lost in the mist
My eyes steaming
Check out da wrist
That bitch gleaming
Read out the list
We keep reading
We kept reading
Now we sliding
Glocks be beaming
Shits exciting
Lost my breathing
Now i'm dying
Y'all out here speeding
I'm out here flying
I've been too high like i'm up on a mountain
I got the drip bitch I feel like a fountain
Making a flip, kizzle cannot stop countin
Windows is tinted like i'm selling housing
Cross my heart
Hope to die
Pass my mark
Up in the sky
Bout to spark
Who tryn get high
Tryna get by
So I never lie
NO CAP for real
Y'all chasing a deal
I'm chasing a mil
Meal ticket
Diamonds eat up the Richard Mille
House on a hill
Racks on a bill
Got ppl that's payin the bills
3 hunnid racks on a bid
But they getting racks for the kids
But ain't putting shit on the kid
Niggas don't know this the life that I live
Pop off the lid
I'm going off of the grid
Live in her face feeling like squid
Gas to face you flexin with mid
F*ck what you say
Paper the only way
Who give a f*ck what ya brodie or homie say
Trynna make it flip like every way
Make this shit flip like anyway
Cocking that bitch
Let it go bitch broad day
Rock w that stick
Like all day every day
Said he gon shoot til the stick jam
Tryna stop the flow of this shit, damn
(Aye)
I'm just goin wild
I'm just going out
Bitch i'm actin out
I'm just going insane asylum
They trynna fly me out
I think they finding out
I gotta hurry out
I'm just going insane asylum
I think i'm lost
I think i'm trapped
I took a loss
I got it back
Became the boss Hop in the trap
Spend me a rack to get it back
Running it fast like track with the laps
Baby got ass Breaking her back
Smelling like gas because of my bag
Rocking a mask because of the dabs
Can't fw u hoes cut off the snakes
Stepping on toes i'm never late
Put him on a post go say ya grace
Let's take a toast just pour up a eight
Shit going slo i'm changing the pace
Stay down to the bros don't f*ck w the jakes
Touching her toes i'm f*cking her face
Live with my bros smoking on eighths
Smoking on gas straight to the face
Got my eyes burning like i'm hit with mace
Kizzlewatt the plug like I got tased