Go Krazy

[Intro] Who made this beat? Toodope Ayy, Marc, what it do? [Chorus: Yung Mal & King Von] I close my eyes at night, see the devil We like the Purge on them niggas, can't let up We take that gang shit to a new level I bet that chopper gon' chop, propellor These niggas run to the cop, they tell 'em Huh, I guess they don't know no better Where I come from, we don't talk to a feather Solid, never gon' leave my brothers What? I go crazy, huh Bitch tryna have my baby, uh-uh New P-80, uh Bitch sound like an M-80, uh, uh See, I'm a player, uh But bitch ain't doin' no playin', uh And he was lackin' We hopped out and we just sprayed him, uh, uh [Verse 1: Yung Mal] Pull up a hundred deep just like the Navy Nigga, you pussy, don't try to write an affadavit Von gon' shoot at your head, not your navel When it comes down to that smoke, we vape it I put that baby to sleep like a cradle I had to stay down, my mama wasn't stable T-Mobile, I called a hit off the Razr Backwood fat as a bitch or potato I get 'em smashed fast, mashed potato That 'Vette so fast, hit the gas, I'm shakin' Stop gettin' booked and we go back to takin' Ain't nothin' nice in my hood, if you pussy, can't make it Stick to the code, we never gon' break it Nigga had a sack, went broke, started hatin' Still trap out that bitch and it's vacant Stay with that 7.62, American native Run with that pack and go straight to Decatur New Glock silver and black like a Raider These niggas pussy, wear makeup No birthday, bitch, I got that cake up Run up that cash, we fuck these hoes later I ain't been in no gym and my weight up I done got rich, whole gang on the news [Chorus: Yung Mal & King Von] I close my eyes at night, see the devil We like the Purge on them niggas, can't let up We take that gang shit to a new level I bet that chopper gon' chop, propellor These niggas run to the cop, they tell 'em Huh, I guess they don't know no better Where I come from, we don't talk to a feather Solid, never gon' leave my brothers What? I go crazy, huh Bitch tryna have my baby, uh-uh New P-80, uh Bitch sound like an M-80, uh, uh See, I'm a player, uh But bitch ain't doin' no playin', uh And he was lackin' We hopped out and we just sprayed him, uh, uh [Verse 2: King Von] I got a callin', huh I done got used to ballin', huh Why is you stallin'? Uh Too rich, bitch, I can't raw it, uh Oh, you done lost it, uh This bitch must be from Halsted, huh And I'm exhausted 12 chased me, almost caught me (They almost caught me, nigga) I got the gun with the beams, ooh I left him dead on the scene, ooh I would shoot niggas for free Now my niggas shooting for me, uh They testing my drop when I pee I'm checking my Glock when I sleep Versace my shoes, they sneaks, uh Calvin my drawers, they clean, uh Blood on his shirt, it's pink, uh Tooka in the air, it stink, uh I'm on tour with Meek, uh I can't do shit for free [Chorus: Yung Mal & King Von] I close my eyes at night, see the devil We like the Purge on them niggas, can't let up We take that gang shit to a new level I bet that chopper gon' chop, propellor These niggas run to the cop, they tell 'em Huh, I guess they don't know no better Where I come from, we don't talk to a feather Solid, never gon' leave my brothers What? I go crazy, huh Bitch tryna have my baby, uh-uh New P-80, uh Bitch sound like an M-80, uh, uh See, I'm a player, uh But bitch ain't doin' no playin', uh And he was lackin' We hopped out and we just sprayed him, uh