Fto Crazy

They can click up, call back up, still gon' leave a nigga wrapped up
Need a Perc', that's my relaxer, I be tweakin', tryna wax 'em
All in public, I'ma tap some, yeah, her two air body matter
Move in flake, get your bait, now you cook, the oven platter
Bro done seen his brain splatter
I'm the Sami Khan, don't ask me, "Do I love you?", that don't matter

Get a V, I got a drop, we tryna make the hood hot
Hit a block, don't you stop, they put on side, flip the car
I'ma shoot on style, I rap on beats, plus I'ma blow my Glock
You ain't shootin' shit, get on the beat and say you part of top
Bitch, I'm too street, get close, I back you off of me
Ain't no rap beef, I overlap, niggas just at the streets
Niggas lie, bitches lie, go check the numbers
I done made a check off the rock and body bag you niggas
Nigga know I'm too official