Chorus:

Pull up, crazy
I’m balling Swayze
My n***as crazy, they’ll fuck your lady
And then she lie to you
That’s real shady
These bitches, crazy
These n***as, crazy

Verse:

I’m the man, I’m the man
Green up Peter Pan
Y’all n***as lookin’
Y’all some fans
But let me slow down
‘Cause a n***a got plans
Don’t none of these n***as want hands
I’ll slow down for a n***a (i’ll slow down for a n***a)
I’ll speed up on a n***a (i’ll speed up on a n***a)
I don’t give a fuck lil n***a
I’ll T up on a n***a
Came from the bottom, made it to the top
N***as tried to play me
Had to get the mop
Keep cleaning, man this shit non stop
Man in the corner, shot right though the opp
Mama fucking crying
Make some widows drop
Tears in his eyes
All you hеar is “pop”
Goes the weasеl
I’m playing this shit like the Beatles
Y’all n***as is hawk, dears, and bears
I’m hunting my prey like a eagle
My man got the arm like he Vick
I’m catching that shit like I’m Jackson
I’m tryna sign a bird like I’m Braxton
I know that shit hit like a back hand
But I’m
Cruising, moving, doing, things
Fucking your bitch and she kinky
Red hair like she pinky
Beat the pussy like a Twinkie
Pretty lil fucking chick
Light skin and she thick
Yeah, you know I had to hit
And after that she want a kiss
I’m from dirty Jersey, yeah we really dirty
I’ll hit a n***a, have him seeing blurry
Leave have his body cold like a fucking flurry
Yeah these n***as shooting like they Stephen Curry, damn
From the 3 line
Im so high, I’m on cloud 9
In the sky, ain’t no airline
Money green I see dollar signs, aye
Chorus:

Pull up, crazy
I’m balling Swayze
My n***as crazy, they’ll fuck your lady
And then she lie to you
That’s real shady
These bitches, crazy
These n***as, crazy