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Lyrics

DY Krazy
Yeah
Turn it up some
Damn, damn, damn, damn, yeah

Why you not buying no pints no more?
Shootouts, we don't fight no more
Why you not rocking your ice no more?
I don't wear my clothes twice no more
Why you don't carry your pipe no more?
She say I don't fuck her twice no more
Why you don't fuck up them racks no more?
Why you not copping them pounds no more?
I don't even think about dying no more
Why that chain don't shine no more?
Why you don't be with the fam no more?
Why you niggas don't slide no more?
Me and the streets compatible
AP flooded radical
Gucci, Chanel, I buy the two
Don't sip green 'cause that won't do
Woo, woo, tired of you
Woo, woo, Bentley coupe
Woo, woo, taxin' you
Woo, woo, lie to who?
Groupies
Killers turned to groupies
Robbers turned to groupies
All this shit is goofy
This shit like a movie (Yeah)
Mikey, Ikey shoot 'em (Boom)
Yeah, I know niggas tooted, ooted
I don't know how you could do it, ooh (Yeah)
You play with me, you disappear, poof
These Perkies got me skinny
Every day niggas dyin' like Kenny
Self-park when I park that Bentley
Killers like Santa Claus, come through your chimney
Fuck from the back and I pull on your Remy, yeah
Kicked her out like, "Lord, forgive me"

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Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah)

Woo, quarter million dollar coupe
Woo, yeah, I just lost the roof, uh
Woo, bitch, I like my money blue
Woo, ballin' like I go to Duke, uh, shoot
Bitch, I'm straight for Memphis
I keep extensions with me
These hoes, they ain't worth a penny
But we still pimpin' bitches
Cashed out, bitch, my shit ain't rented
I'm sliding foreign tinted
With a couple killers in it
We four deep, ain't too many
Yeah, bitch, you know the business
We on the road to riches
Yeah, bitch, you know the business
We gettin' a lot of digits (Racks)
Young nigga with plenty (Woo)
Money and ammunition
New baguettes with no pendant
Every chain cost a fifty (Woo)

Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah)

Writer(s): durk banks

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