Dedrick Little - Crazy

I cook coke, made niggas go crazy, Man, niggas went crazy.
Shit was all gravy, til the crack fends tricked off, birth crack babies.
Think my youngin got a habit, nose running, big eyes, & his hands all pasty.
I hope he get home safely, in that wreck Mercedes.
He’d pushing up daisy, he ain’t pay me.
No, if &’s, maybe, Finger fuck his old lady.
She think, I’m wavy, I let her, taste me.
Nigga wanted 5, couldn’t pay me for 1, how the fuck he gone face me.
I respect, who made me, replace, Who face me.
Nigga, fuck you pay me, and, if I front it, repay me.
Don’t come, o k, me, cause, I’ll a k you.
I’ll do what they do, send you where you Pray too.
96 stacks, 6 bricks, we call that re-up.
Ho’s down, geez up, clean up, keep up.
6 bricks, re-rock it, to 10, my nigga, speed up.
The reputation here, Proceeds us.

Written by:
CURTIS MICHAEL LITTLE, WILLIAM SHAWN LITTLE

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