Tino 4x - Goin' Crazy

I'm feeling like a clown might as well call me Pennywise
Shooting out the sprinter bullets beat em to the finish line
If you say down, ain't no was , ain't no finna slide
Yeen know this drum put up 50 in his fitted huh
I'm something like a beast you can call me Kevin Wendell Crumb
Hocus Pocus niggas disappearing like Houdini huh
Choppa blowing holes the proportion of propellers boy
Better settle down cause you the type to go & tell it boy

Hell Cat brought out just to tear up the streets
On I-95 tearing up the concrete
I Feel like Knievel the way I do stunts
Laws see smoke cookie & exhale the crumbs
Been trapping so long all I know is a bell
Givenchy my luggage & Goyard is my belt
Won't put a price on ya I'll do it myself
I'm on most wanted posters just like the cartel

Alla bitches love seeing Tino
That pretty chocolate nigga with the braces
Yea there he go
He bout to go on Live girl I needa put on make up
They say the nigga married with a baby getting paper
He only answer questions bout some features or some paper
Entertaining bitches ain't some shit that he relate to
Jitt a rather starve than invite you to the table
He shootings bitches down like when the Army see a Spaceship

I'm tryna fold a nigga top back like he a convertible
Dump the body with gators when asked then I never heard of you
Which one of you bitch niggas said that Tino wasn't versatile
I'm going crazy on the verses pick the one you want to murder you
& Beat a nigga with my ice to add to when I'm hurting you
Then hop up inna booth & put you in fucking a verse or two
Dissect the beat like its a fucking open hearted surgery
Who is left to stand when they close the fucking curtains G

I'm whooping niggas ass well oops I mean they posterior
In the foreign doing the dash with the wood grain interior
I hear you niggas talking but I'm the type to go & finish em
Going baby like I'm baby when it comes to gettin figures
Ain't the type a nigga to brag like most of these other niggas
But I been a chasing a bagg fuck dealing with petty bitches
Ain't a plane but imma crash kamikaze yo location
Then go kick it with guys & laugh bout what I just did to ya

Aye aye aye going crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy
Top of line models been fucking on em daily
Broke my wrist inna kitchen with chains on like I'm slaving
My reflection perfected you can see that a nigga made it
Off the slightest I'm crashing harder than Paul Walker
Aye Capone cut the power while I set fire inna basement
& Skoob walk them bitches down while they all escaping

Written by:
Justin Stinson

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