Real Boston Richey - Krazy Lyrics

You can lead a bitch to the water, but you can't make the bitch drink
I was really trappin' them quarters, on the block uppin' my rank
Drink lean like I sip water, had to put down all the pints
A thick old bitch just sent me an ass pic sittin' on the sink
Fell too in deep with the streets, feel like we react as newlyweds
I'm trappin' D and I'm trappin' C and trappin' Sudafed
Crackers took my jewelry, damn, I think I wanna sue the feds
And my bitch just cut me off and God ain't answerin', don't know who to beg
Like, damn, we gotta start back over, hella dates at Bossa Nova
Niggas tryna cross me out, niggas tryna f*ck me over
Niggas tryna box me out, bitches tryna run me over
Crackers tryna crop me out, lawyer keep sayin' that it's over
But the Lord got last say so
I'm out here lookin' for an old opp with a brand new Draco
Before you drop, I need an alibi, fly my bitch to Caicos
That Drac' gon' sound like a lullaby, wish death on all these fake hoes
Niggas say they pushin' P, I'm like, "What P they pushin'?"
Niggas' P, they stand for, "Peon," and they stand for, "Pussy"
Niggas can't even reach my lap, I spent 20K on cushion
I'm tryna whip my dope, my bitch be mad, like, "Bae, I'm cookin'"
I know, bae, I'm lookin'
You ain't f*ck with no rookie
Rich-ass nigga, but I still play the bucket
Know how to swindle a bitch, growin' up, we used to go play hookey
Stay down on my shit, in other words, stay up on my bully
Your feet ain't fast enough, pussy nigga, you can't even duck no fully

Mm, stayed down with these M's, now I'm super rich
In the projects stackin' with my Timbs, get super trench
Baby way too wet for me, she leave me super drenched
I don't like no borin' bitch, over here, bae, we get super lit
Feel like you ready to do me bad, you ask me who I'm with
I know why niggas mad 'cause niggas got a ran through bitch
I'm bettin' top dollar niggas ain't never ran my bitch
Nigga, I'm a shot caller, I wouldn't even stamp your bitch

Nigga, I'm a big baller
Big dog like Rottweiler
These niggas cock blockers
These niggas show stoppers
I ain't gotta blow no bag, real pantyhose dropper
These niggas cappin' for the 'Gram, they don't want no problems
I keep my heart stuffed in my pocket and keep it zipped up
Bitch got some big old lips, I think she got her lips touched
They ask me why I act like that, got pain built up
She show me real love, that's why my main filled up
But enough of that
Doin' niggas bad, I'm treatin' niggas' ass like a punchin' bag
If you down bad, I'll front the sack
If you f*cked up, I might look out for you
If a nigga take they life and put it on the line, they really love you
If a bitch gon' beat that visitation down, then that bitch really love you
If a nigga don't show you action, how you know that nigga gon' be for you?
How I'ma know, nigga, if we really rockin'?
Spin his block with a-, left him Milly Rockin'
Cruisin' through the city, keep a mini nina up in my pocket
Cappin' for these niggas, y'all school boys, niggas need to stop it
Yeah, you get some money, but you niggas know who really poppin'
Know who started all this shit, 'bout me, niggas body-droppin'

Stayed down with these M's, now I'm super rich
In the projects stackin' with my Timbs, get super trench
Baby way too wet for me, she leave me super drenched
I don't like no borin' bitch, over here, bae, we get super lit
Feel like you ready to do me bad, you ask me who I'm with
I know why niggas mad 'cause niggas got a ran through bitch
I'm bettin' top dollar niggas ain't never ran my bitch
Nigga, I'm a shot caller, I wouldn't even stamp your bitch