MTG Mook & Rack$tar Jay - TS Crazy Lyrics

This shit crazy, I don't even know where to Start, when that bitch broke bad, I had to Throw away my heart
I don't know what y'all on, but I'm tryna make The charts, Like tryna make it far
Yeah, this some straight drop soda, I ain't Hangin' at the bar
I remember I walked, all them times aint have A car, takin' back-to-back losses, that's what'll Change you
Bullets hittin' your body, they rearrange you
They be like, that lil' nigga wild, you can't tame, Dude
You niggas shady, y'all some bitches and y'all Lames, too
I hit that bitch when I want her, and she yo Main, boo
And don't be out here hidin', cause we go out And seek it
Aim it at your fitted, leave a stain, yeah bitch, We bleach him
Wanna beef with us, better say your prayers, Talk to the preacher
I'm smokin' on these Zaza pack, my granddad, Call it reefer
They keep talkin' like it's static, when my Blicks say nice to meet you
I can show you how to do some things, Like be Yo teacher
Grab that dope and pass it out and wait until They beep ya
Stalk outside his house, and get to Clickin' when you see him
Aim for the neck and head, to make sure that You delete him
This shit crazy, I don't even know where to Start
When that bitch broke bad, I had to throw Away my heart
I don't know what you on, but I'm tryna make The charts
Like tryna make it far, yeah
This some straight drop soda, I ain't hangin' at The bar
I remember times when I walked, all them Times ain't have a car
Take it back to back, losses, that shit'll change You
Bullets hittin' your body, they rearrange you
On the paper trail, I need ends, I gotta feed my People
You f*ck with them, I f*ck with you, now you Gotta meet the reaper
I get the fire, too, it's more potent and it's Cheaper
They think I'm old school, they hear the chirps From my beeper
This shit amazing, I just dropped a 4 in my pop
When that bitch broke bad, I had to heal Myself wit wock
That shit broke my heart, it got discontinued
It got me sick, tell me what's gon' help me with My flu
I'm shootin to every head like the rent due
You like to itch, I got the pink, green, gray, and The blues
I got a button on the blick if you wanna make The news
On the road to a millie, I'm break a million Rules
This shit crazy, I don't even know where to Start
When that bitch broke bad, I had to throw Away my heart
I don't know what y'all on, but I'm tryna make The charts
Like tryna make it far, yeah
This some straight drop soda, I ain't hangin' at The bar
I remember when I walked, all them times I Have a Car
Take it back to back, losses that shit to change You
Bullets hittin in yo body, they rearrange you