End of Crazy Story (Explicit)

End of Crazy Story (Explicit) - 4KT Quando

Lyrics by：Tyquan assassin

Composed by：Tyquan assassin

Dubba-AA flexing

Mook on the beats

Mmm you know we living we on

This Is The Sound

Look

Sometimes the best response is none at all

You probably would've left your mans that ain't one hundred dawg

See nowadays it's like the fans doing the police job

Y'all talk that gangsta s**t but cry when a n***a get knocked

You 'posed to walk it how you talk it

But s**t I still ain't got my point across

Ayy if the shoe was on the other foot they wouldn't have said he wrong

F**k what they say that's understood we had to make it home

I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dome

Lul Timmy riding right or wrong

Blood on your brother on the ground go and pick your mans up

Damn right we screaming self-defense

he shouldn't have never put his hands on me

Look at the footage that's all the evidence

See them p***y n***as shouldn't have ran up on me

Who the f**k said that I was hidin'

I'm still ridin' 'round with them bands on me

And to set the records straight

I ain't never had no show inside the A

Million on my head that's what they say

That's all you got b***h make it eight

Come run up on me bite the bait

Thirty clip on me jump out shake

That s**t a shame

I'ma live this way until they put me in my grave

Ayy we be on some beast s**t

We be on some rockout with that Glock out on some G s**t

I be with them youngins really mopped out on that three s**t

We be on some blaka blow they block off hit they streets s**t

We be on some f**kin' hit his mama house when his b***h in there

Sometimes the best response is none at all

You probably would've left your mans that ain't one hundred dawg

See nowadays it's like the fans doing the police job

Y'all talk that gangsta s**t but cry when a n***a get knocked

You 'posed to walk it how you talk it

But s**t I still ain't got my point across

Ayy if the shoe was on the other foot they wouldn't have said he wrong

F**k what they say that's understood we had to make it home

I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dome

Lul Timmy riding right or wrong

Red rum top shotta they play I'm dropping a body

Right by the store with all them Crip n***as only life that I had

What they don't know he knocked down foenem and did it all with no mask

Know many men they wanna kill me feeling like Curtis Jackson woah

I don't give a f**k how no one feel

My mans ain't do nothing wrong

And if your mans wouldn't have did the same

You need to stop f**king with him

Dig what I'm saying

And everybody think this s**t a game

I already know it's murder behind this s**t