Rich The Kid - Going Krazy lyrics

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Rich The Kid - Going Krazy lyrics

Riding round in the A In the coupe going crazy I ain‘t worried bout sh**, young n***a I’m rich It’s f** you, pay me Don’t let your ho come around me Imma take your lady (Imma take your b**h) Riding round in the A In the coupe going crazy [x5] Touched down in the A Maserati to Bugatti, a motherf**er start running from the paparazzi Got 4 hoes in the pool of my Jacuzzi Pull up, drop top, Phantom opera a movie You see the diamonds in my watch, it ain’t a G-Shock Balenciaga on my feet this ain’t no Reebok I’m at the W, never ever been to the double tree Eating steak & shrimp on the yacht, f** Applebees Gianni Versace, I come to your city, take over like Nazi I got hoes from the A to the bay Riding round and the coupe going crazy Riding round in my Audi coupe I dare a n***a look at me wrong, cause I’m gon’ shoot I pa** the OG stuffed crust cookie Snoop I take the pot and eggbeater, they call it cookin’ a deuce When I step inside the ‘rari, call me Crash Bandicoot Blood diamond came from Africa, call me Al-Farouq Lil’ mama with the big ol’ booty, come here Have you ever been in an 8 pa**enger leer She going crazy, private jet going crazy Told the b**h to give me head in my grandmama’s … I ain’t give her nothing Nah, Quavo ain’t a lover You think I give a f** about a b**h, I ain’t a s**er She the past tense, got to make lil’ mama absent Versace, Versace, my fabric Counting money in the mansion, your girl in the living room dancing And it don’t take nothing to drop her panties Quavo! (Gone!) Coming down Peachtree in the Aston With a bad white b**h, Jennifer Aniston Feeling Molly Santan’ again My neighbors panicking In my hood, every day I hear an ambulance Ain’t a damn thing changed, still serving the J’s Felicia, she want to borrow my microwave Deebo still in the hood, creeping through your window I’m f**ing Mrs. Parker, took her to Puerto Rico Me, Craig, and Smokey smoke dope and we be choking Which watch should I wear today, the heavy Breitling or the Rollie? Reached in my Robins and I pulled out guacamole Ain’t have a clue what I was holding, F&N is what I’m toting