Intro Ah man that shit's crazy, Ah man that shit's crazy VERSE 1 Az Izz I’m a sceptic never set trip Get shit shaking like Weezy the epileptic. You and your style belong in a septic tank Sucka' MC like Big Bank Hank. I get that doe when I pitch that dank Still gone get that dome if a bish breath stank I’m a shark in a tank tank stopping yo' bank bank Try to rob me get shank shank do the time up in Sing Sing Ain’t losing a dollar got the juice like Adawalla A bish chew me she gone swallow she leave tonight not tomorrow Cold hearted J Cole I ain’t gone save her I ain’t her Jesus I ain’t her God I ain’t her saviour Looking at seven figures like I play for the Majors, you faker than a bad bitch hair ass and eye lashes Humorous I’m raw style funky tuna fish I blackout like a lunar eclipse or 75 percent tint on the coolest of whips HOOK When you wanna' drink but you can’t When you wanna smoke but u can’t Ah man that shit's crazy, Ah man that shit's crazy When u wanna' trap but you can’t When u wanna' rap but you can’t Ah man that shit's crazy, Ah man that shit's crazy VERSE 2 Az Izz You softer than Taco Bell’s taco shells Don’t drop the Quesalupa Black storm trooper carry a bazooka Shoot you in ya' chest left you smoking like a hookah Never let you get the best of me Cut these kids off hysterectomy Vasectomy, no child support I cut that shit appendectomy surgery Kick shit like I’m up in the dojo in love with the bud nigga not with the coco I’m a nigga' with an attitude fuck the popo The bitches still love me and I switch the slow flow I’m trying to go gold, Acapulco Five hundred thousand sold so I could poke ho's My lady like nigga' that’s a no no I’ll shoot ya dick off don’t make me cop the four four HOOK When you wanna' drink but you can’t When you wanna' smoke but you can’t Ah man that shit's crazy, Ah man that shit's crazy When you wanna trap but you can’t When you wanna rap but you can’t Ah man that shit's crazy, Ah man that shit's crazy VERSE 3 D.U. Got a text from this chick saying we ain’t talked in a while Attached a pic of her pussy like a dolphin smile I bang girls like I play for Cincinnati Go and get ya ass shot like bitches with instant fatties Catch the kid in Navi Mobbing like a crook see One finger stand other hand on her pussy Az Izz Bitch you thinking a lot let me finger that pussy Suck my dick while I’m licking ya' twat I’m a G ain’t missing the spot Hennessy Red Bull pineapple Ciroc You been drinking a lot think like a thot HOOK When you wanna' drink but you can’t When you wanna' smoke but you can’t Ah man that shit's crazy, Ah man that shit's crazy When you wanna trap but you can’t When you wanna rap but you can’t Ah man that shit's crazy, Ah man that shit's crazy

HOOK I’m gettin to this money ain’t nothing stopping me. When I blow up I’m gone throw it, I’m gone throw it up. I’m gettin to this money ain’t nothing stopping me. When I blow up I’m gone throw it, I’m gone throw it up. VERSE 1 Az Izz Time don’t wait for no man you’re programmed walk this way like RUN DMC for the loud or the Lohan I get is for the low fam like Reggie I’m the dope man slanging bud n blow right out of a coke can Here to raise the bar like Conan arms leave you bleeding like bish with no tampons Roll up a backwood these niggas taking a long damn time you’re in the right hood throwing up the wrong gang signs. Now you stuck can’t get out Wayward pines I’m not JJ but I’m having real good times. I used to be in these streets committing real hood crimes Same thing that left me broke made me rich loud banging gotta take baby sips. My lady’s thick plus she’s not not no 80’s chick I put that work in my nigga Garvey shift gears in that Porsche Boxster 86 top back acting like animaniacs With a bunch of bad bishes they all brainiacs and they came strapped with the K the Mac They stay in the back a nigga snap leave his brains detached. HOOK I’m gettin to this money ain’t nothing stopping me. When I blow up I’m gone throw it, I’m gone throw it up. I’m gettin to this money ain’t nothing stopping me. When I blow up I’m gone throw it, I’m gone throw it up. VERSE 2 Drift Mention Drift and they like he the best and keep he keep it fresh! Guy is great but if you violate you’d get beat to death, shinning like a brand new sack of diamonds boy let me confess really tho couple years ago the Jag was repossessed. Now I’m riding Beamers no more dogging my adidas puffing up all kinds of reefers bussing nuts inside ya divas. They cuff like they polices I’m bussing out they teethist niggas fake like they the toughest but they suckaz n some leeches. They all soft wack you with the pistol or the sawed off smooth talking nigga charm any woman draws off. I don’t care they small tall skinny bones or flat shit swollen fat bish they on my dick like prophylactic. Slaughter clowns you some sorry jokes you cowards all watered down bish you hardly dope strapped like them army folks you’d all be smoked if I get to my damn trunk that all she wrote. HOOK I’m gettin to this money ain’t nothing stopping me. When I blow up I’m gone throw it, I’m gone throw it up. I’m gettin to this money ain’t nothing stopping me. When I blow up I’m gone throw it, I’m gone throw it up. VERSE 3 Az Izz Ryan Montgomery how you gone come for we I’m optimist prime you bumble bee I’ll whip that ass humbly. You looking like food and all my nigga Hungry rob you for ya jewels shoes strip u out ya dungarees. You souped pushing a coup getting a lil loot not too long ago you wasn’t allowed to leave ya stoop. When you stepped off a nigga hit ya like boop boop then another nigga hit ya like boop boop boop boop, Flipping ya skirt they woulda put ya dick in the dirt couldn’t move around the D Till Proof lifted the curse, fuck a backpack bitch nigga get you a purse when you see some real niggas you put that whip in reverse. Detroit was a no fly zone for you my nigga you was getting yo ass whooped by niggas you knew my nigga Not once or twice more than a few my nigga so bad I was trying to figure out what you do my nigga. You minor league we all stars if some chit pop off you gone be like calling all cars calling all car cuz you the police my nigga. HOOK I’m gettin to this money ain’t nothing stopping me. When I blow up I’m gone throw it, I’m gone throw it up. I’m gettin to this money ain’t nothing stopping me. When I blow up I’m gone throw it, I’m gone throw it up.

VERSE 1 I’m the dude with the gram cool with the fams, get my passport I’m dude in Japan. Timberland boots keep ya Louie Vuitton’s tight Jean and ya vans looking as fruity as you can. Change ya name to fruit loop you can jam ya shorty’s riding with me, she part of my poontang clan and it’s obvious to see I’m a new damn man. So don’t be acting up got a team of killers in gatz we trust another one bites the bust. One by one I put em ice the black Gretzky bruh you working on a pet poodle I’m working on a per Zebra. Ya wifey be like me wan sex Az izza next time u go America bring extra visa send him extra pies extra pizza make sure you send him a pound of the bestest reefer. Silly me illiterally in little Italy hundred Geez on the head any nigga trying to get rid of me, do this shit since little league you can not belittle be. Rip to Heavy D mf bum diddly diddly diddly. I freak flows with no cheat codes hitting free throws while I get skull cheap street close and my pistol in my hood this just how the shit go. HOOK I don’t trust none of you niggas.I don’t trust none of you niggas Non non non of you niggas. VERSE 2 I’m rolling dutches smoking loud bad bitch from Okinaw her booty poking out. Still move n share in these streets hit the mall once a week get a new pair of sneakers. Got my top back big wheels speakers knocking as I cruse by the people watching he’s the option it’s Az Izz I just hooked up a mean concoction everything tru beef n broccoli’s I’m chief comochie. You copped them Dre beats I copped those too, you copped them Jordan retro 8’s I copped this too. I copped the watch n the chain you copped those too. Now that hip hop what we suppose to do if you only knew I roll with Jews n sharks that throw pool parties drink booze and spark. This style’s inspirational you wilding our like Nick Cannon dressed in Jamaican clothes. Dead man walking like Vandersloot hoping out a ghost turn that chit to a phantom coup then hop in Lambo coup drinking Cambell soup type shit that niggas that gamble do. Ya whole career is a publicity stunt how you black ain’t kick a rap about your history once ( Black history month) I sniff smoke you sniff coke my shit's dope I get throat from white girls with rich folks.