Boy Boy is so crazy

Yayo murked this
My money up when them mills come
LA Reid with the dope, son, Jimmy Iovine with the coke, son
Wise time fly by, I'm an OG, bad bytch with double D's
nikka, Jordan couldn't palm these, feel the breeze
Wrap 'em in satin, they be gone by the morning
Federal subpoenas while SWATs kick the doors in
fukk up the sheets, the electric tapes to your door though
I show that bytch how to breathe under water
Excuse moi, French bytches bending over
Snatch 'em out the whip, throw 'em in the Range Rover
Snitches and phones, catch the 30 piece from the jewelry
[?] why they texting 'bout [?] body
Frank Lucas put flowers on bunk graves every Tuesday
That's loyalty and don't listen to everything your lawyer say
Red dot, surgery with the laser
Have a nikka missing like that plane from Malaysia
people sleepin on Buck's verse on this
White sheets cover his feet, Ku Klux Klan'ed your man
Left him in the streets, strap in his left hand
The thought of even coming around here was a death plan
And if a nikka cosign that he a "yes man"
Shoot the fukk out of a fukk nikka, I'm all fukked up
So loser, I lose, the dice game getting stuck up
When shyt real you get killed around here, it's not a big deal
Load her out, nikka, use my big bytch for a shield
(You know I'm saying?) Thank you for real
