Crazy Story (Remix)

[Intro: Glorilla & Kay Dinero]

Yeah, Glorilla

You know Kay Dinero had to hop on this joint

Ayy

PTE the clan, bitch, get with it, fuck you mean? (Gang, gang)

Ayy

[Verse 1: Glorilla]

Gotta slide on some messy bitches, say they want some beef

Okay, cool, grab the brooms, we finna go and do a sweep

She sendin' threats, ooh, she think I'm scared, but ain't no fear in me

False claimin', say she bang the C, but she a wannabe

Lil' bitch cappin', don't want smoke for real, you a ho for real

I got pressure, you gon' choke for real 'cause I'ma blow for real

Bitch, we tweakin', watch how you be speakin', ho gon' end up leakin'

Pull up on you while you sleepin', bitch, late night creepin', bitch

Thug talk, you don't know thе language we be spеakin', bitch

I'm in the field, bitch, I'm ballin', while you in the bleachers, bitch

You watchin' me? Watch your nigga 'cause I got him peekin', bitch

He gave me brain, he so smart, ooh, I got him geekin', bitch

Hoes be plottin', bitch, you ain't no bully, pull up in a hoodie

Ho kept yellin' what you would've did, bitch, you know you wouldn't

You keep sayin' what you should've did, bitch, why you ain't do it?

I was really on some gang shit, I'm always fuckin' zooted

Back to the basic, yeah, you bitches basic, we are not related

Hoes be hatin', bitches got two faces, put 'em in they places

Want smoke, I'ma let you face it, get you fuckin' faded

Bitch, you probably laced it, put this metal to your mouth like some fuckin' braces, bitch

When you speakin' on me, make sure you state facts

Ain't with the talkin', fuck the stylin', B, what you want, a jack?

Get off your ass, get some money, bitch, what you want, a stack?

Still mad about that nigga, ho? What, you want him back?

She like who? Ho, I'm talkin' 'bout you, bitch, you know you do

Call my phone from an unknown, ho, I know it's you

[Verse 2: Kay Dinero]

Fuck you mean? Ho keep callin' me, what, you wanna link?

When gang 'nem pull up, pull up, pull up, skrrt, ho, you better not blink

Bitches comin' really funny like I been a dummy

I'll turn up on a broke ho when it comes to the money

Ho, you cappin', you a joke for real, you a ho for real

Desert Eagle to her throat, ooh, she gon' choke for real

So what's up, bitch? Don't buck, bitch, pull up and get stuck, bitch

'Cause we don't give a fuck, bet them hollows make you duck, bitch

And if the ho mad, then make the ho madder

Bitches be pressed this ass gettin' fatter

You should've known lil' bitch was a capper

That's why I call up my bitches, you know they gon' blast her

I'm in the lead, lil' ho, I'm your master

Oh, you was mad 'bout somethin'? Go get you a bag or somethin'

I ain't gotta brag or nothin'

Gas in my lungs, I shit on you hoes for fun

224 right through her bun

Ain't no broke ho stoppin' me, you knew that

Mask up, leave the ho blue, black

If she want smoke, let's do that

Smoke on Gelato

Fuck these bitches, that's the motto

I ain't never worried 'bout a toxic ho

You let them bitches gas you up

Yeah, you could never be a boss, ho

So I guess you took a loss, ho

Never have time for a soft ho

I'm in my zone, Auto

We got them sticks

Glorilla go get the broom and I get the mop, ho

[Outro: Glorilla]

Go get the mop, bitch

Fuck you motherfuckin' mean

Y'all better stop playin', ho, the fuck?

These hoes better stand down 'fore it be a motherfuckin' man down

You hear me? Ayy

This a thug story, you hear me?

Fuck you mean, haha, yeah

PTE, bitch

Ayy, we the gang, ho (We the clan, ho, ayy)

Glorilla (Yeah)

Kay Dinero in this motherfucker, ayy

Gang, gang

Huh, uh, ayy