Krazy
Tell me somethin' I don't knowI'm flexin' on 'em like torsosThese niggas slippin' like bar soapThese niggas listenin', use Morse codeBoy a nigga sippin' like parched throatExcuse meThese niggas talkin' that beef shitWe'll check into it like the room cheapAnd all we sell is the greatest feelin' on EarthThey paint me as a villain, I just autograph the artworkAin't got nothing left to prove unless I got to prove it in courtLive fast die young and leave a beautiful corpse, yes LordMy nigga order like twenty bricks, I said five bricks with four chicksRidin' with these guns that's carpoolin', bought extra clips when I dove inMiss Snow white we snowed in, nigga miss me with that hoe shitKill all rats, I toast to that, and watch everybody I toast withKill everybody you close with, Just don't stick your nose inMy bullshit cause I close it like a clothespinThe people that I rolls with will leave holes in what you drove inIf anyone in that car live, you tell that nigga I owe himYeah, I got my mind right, and my money right, my head on my shoulderAnd my eyesight a lil' blurry but It's stayin' on my quarterAnd we find out moms address and your head get mailed overNigga you make that bed you lay in that bedOr get that bitch made overTunechi
[Hook:]You so cray, TunechiYou so cray, bitchI know, I know, I know, I knowI know, I know, I know, I knowI know, I know, I know, I knowThey say Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, TunechiYou so cray, bitch
Tell me something I don't know, I'll tell you something I do knowLike money drugs bitches guns, niggas call me muchoGot witches all in my broom closet, got little killers in JucoWe'll find out your business hours and pop up like new toastLike danger taste like glucose, my shadow don't get too closeTo that new nigga with my old hoes-kudosFor my niggas on Rikers Island back there playing UnoGetting swole like popeye for niggas walking around like BrunoI'm in the bed with a duo, laid up like two pointsA.K to your face, knock half off like couponsToo cool for school but I sold cool points to school boysTell the cops we don't name drop that's like dropping newbornsNigga you crazy
You so cray, TunechiThese hoes madeNigga tell me somethin' I don't know
Like where the fuck did my heart go, and show me something I haven't seenAnd give me what help Martin sleep, on the same night he had a dreamAnd take me to where I've never been, but not to where I'll never beAnd I ain't never scared but I'm scared of me, me versus me I need a refereeNeed weaponry, especially if the treasury in jeopardyFuck deputies big letter B, need equity, need credit cleanTo trafficking from peddling like everything from amphetamines to medicineThese niggas sweeter than Nectarines and Grenadine
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Tell me something I don't know, like what happened to hard cokeYou can call me Eddy cause I stay ready, my family call me EduardoI'm music to these bitches ears I hit that ass like the wrong noteMy bitch bad with corn rows with boots on in farm clothesYou can find me prancing in the finest mansion with the finest dancer with a height advantageShe want cocaine pills and weed, liquor and dick she gotta micro manageI'm just eating rappers they go nice in salads with some diced up carrotsI just like a challenge, psychopathic, so psychopathicNigga give me credit on my balanceLil Tunechi(And I bump my head when I stand up)