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ink go crazy - red robin lyrics

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[intro]

it’s ya boy ink go crazy in dis sh-t hoe
ya know what i’m sayin
i feel like i been makin like too many singin songs
n-ggas think ion got barz and sh-t no more
like i won’t turn the f-ck up in this b-tch

(crazy)

(crazy)

(crazy)

look! look!

[hook]

you live by the gun
you die by the gun

hold up! hold up!

live by the gun
you die by the gun

hold up! hold up!

live by the gun
you die by the gun

hold up! hold up!

live by the gun
you die by the gun

[verse 1]
walk in the mall, and i’m litty
cup full of henny, that sh-t got me tipsy
and when i get tipsy
you know i get freaky

hit from the back
but i nut on her t-tties

tattoos and braces, these n-ggas be hatin
b-tches be choosin like william not basic
she wanna cuff
i don’t like datin
lovin that p-ssy that p-ssy amazing

they say i rap like lil wayne
but i sing like lil baby
where is the sun?
i’m feelin shady

uh!

my t–th is whiter than f-ckin slim shady
nut in her mouth cuz i don’t want no baby
i throw my b-lls her mouth like i’m brady

k!llin these bum -ss n-ggas no jason
i do not f-ck wit these n-ggas they tellin

still f-ck 12
like 5 plus 7

livin in h-ll but i’m dying in heaven
they call me lucky like i got 3 sevens

weed so loud like a muf-cka yellin
spend ya retirement money on a necklace
saved my receipt so n-gga i ain’t flexxin

you the type of n-gga
jack ya d-ck til you 70

n-ggas ain’t gettin no money they flexxin
crying over home these n-ggas be stressin

talkin sh-t like i’m pac chanel
k!llin sh-t like it’s life in jail

how the f-ck you say you gettin money
with a misdemeanor couldn’t make bail

used to steal many purses
masked up i was purgin
i’m a whole different person
hustle pain like i’m curtis
down bad i was hurtin

i found a wave and went surfin
n-ggas all on my tip and on my drip
trynna see what’s workin

[hook 2]

you live by the gun
you die by the gun

hold up! hold up!

live by the gun
you die by the gun

hold up!

[verse 2]

i can’t be rappin for free!
h-ll naw you gotta pay me!

and i stay in a new whip
got me feelin like it’s slavery

i got a crush on bre jennings
let’s go half on a baby

cuz she lightskin and redbone
i know that p-ssy taste amazing

look!

that n-gga snitchin i know that you f-ck wit him
shawty suck d-ck and i know you be kissin her
i cannot cuff on that b-tch she not bad enough

all bout my business i swear my shirt always tough

(shirt always tough)

swear my shirt always tough
i’m bout my business
i swear my shirt always tough

talkin bout you are a shooter
man you a 6ix9ine wit a fefe
no water gun

uh!

poppin now she wanna f-ck a n-gga
poppin now she wanna suck a n-gga

problem child, but still went to college
when i seen my teacher i’m like f-ck you n-gga!
disrespectful and i’m very c-cky
big mad do summ’ bout it
got a gun but you never c-ck it
instagram know the feds watchin

pull up n-ggas still typin
pull up n-ggas still talkin

opp sh-t
get you popped quick
turn your white shirt into red robin

f-ck that i ain’t done yet!
know you heard what’s f-ckin said

ak wit a drum on it
sound like nick cannon when i bust yo -ss

eyes blue but i can make em red
make em red if you make me mad
sold my soul for a million dollars
and a bag of gas, ima f-ckin crash!

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