Insane

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez] Hope they don't spin all lights I pray this money don't drive us all insane Cap say, "They won't ever think 'bout trailing us" Know lil' Fig play with them babies just like [?] We still gon' pull up new school even though we ain't young Wood to wood, lately I been havin' to kill termites Got some vampires locked down who won't ever see the sunlight Stay up, plates in the yard, they might try to shank you Murder on my mind I spent five racks on her behind Hope they don't blame a nigga for trying Walked in the spot, looked like a pornstar set, we ain't tryna makе no flick in it She asked me, "Boy, why you havе a strap?" and this hoe got a dick in it Be scared to fuck some of these lil' hoes, they might go put my name on it She gon' wanna buy me a PS4, I'll fuck around, put this game on her Project baby, we come from poverty I don't think a stylist would even think about sizing me [Verse: NoCap] Me, Baby, and Rylo, we like Klay, Durant, and Curry Bitch ain't even know how to drive, she used to curve me Now I'm up, that bitch hate the way I treat her I fucked her Monday, saw her Tuesday, ain't even speak to her My nigga locked down on a murder, only thing he got is hope Know he'll never point the finger like all he got is toes If I buy a rollercoaster, life still ain't fair Only time we hit out knees is when we shootin' craps Twelve dollars for the percs, bitch, we still gettin' higher If the car ain't got no wheels, my niggas still gon' ride And I don't rap for free, you gotta pay me for a verse She let me fuck first night, and all I did was buy a purse Girl, who you fuckin' when I'm not around? Wonder who you fuckin' when I'm out of town They play 'round me, insane, I might lose it Know lil' Joe ain't got no car but that nigga ruthless Interrogation, they had threatend me with nine like Rondo Boy, don't never do the crime you don't wanna do the time for Crawford wish he could take it back but he can't press rewind though You ain't come up out that jungle, tell me what you lyin' for [Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez] Hope they don't spin all lights I pray this money don't drive us all insane Cap say, "They won't ever think 'bout trailing us" Know lil' Fig play with them babies just like [?] We still gon' pull up new school even though we ain't young Wood to wood, lately I been havin' to kill termites Got some vampires locked down who won't ever see the sunlight Stay up, plates in the yard, they might try to shank you Murder on my mind I spent five racks on her behind Hope they don't blame a nigga for trying Walked in the spot, looked like a pornstar set, we ain't tryna make no flick in it She asked me, "Boy, why you have a strap?" and this hoe got a dick in it Be scared to fuck some of these lil' hoes, they might go put my name on it She gon' wanna buy me a PS4, I'll fuck around, put this game on her Project baby, we come from poverty I don't think a stylist would even think about sizing me [Verse: Lil Baby] Went to Mobile, Alabama with a hundred racks I just signed lil' Rylo and lil' Cap, they told me, "Fuck a contract" Hopped inside that G-Wagon and asked me , "Where that fuckin' sack at?" Laid it down and let 'em count it, didn't even give them a contract I got some homies down the road and they ain't coming home I try to uplift they spirit, buy 'em cellphones He a human, how the hell he got four elbows He see me drippin', know he won't get out them jail clothes If the police give us, ain't no stoppin now Either way we goin' down, we might as well take em on a chase If the police give us, ain't no stoppin now Either way we goin' down, we might as well try to get away Shawty can't turn back hands of time Make sure lil' Warren made it to the finish line My potna Duke probably would never got a dime I think about that bullshit all the time [Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez] Hope they don't spin all lights I pray this money don't drive us all insane Cap say, "They won't ever think 'bout trailing us" Know lil' Fig play with them babies just like [?] We still gon' pull up new school even though we ain't young [?] wood, lately I been havin' to kill termites Got some vampires locked down who won't ever see the sunlight Stay up, plates in the yard, they might try to shank you Murder on my mind I spent five racks on her behind Hope they don't blame a nigga for trying Walked in the spot, looked like a pornstar set, we ain't tryna make no flick in it She asked me, "Boy, why you have a strap?" and this hoe got a dick in it Be scared to fuck some of these lil' hoes, they might go put my name on it She gon' wanna buy me a PS4, I'll fuck around, put this game on her Project baby, we come from poverty I don't think a stylist would even think about sizing me