Talkin Crazy by Rally Bandz Lyrics
He talking crazy on the jack, this a bad phone
Lately I been out of the way, getting the bag gone
Get em in, get em out and get my ass on
Tryna make it out of my state it’s just a sad song
I love the street life, but it don’t last long
Went through blood, sweat and tears to get this cash long
A lot of love lost, a lot of past wrongs
These niggas can’t stop me, bitch I’m still going
Make a bitch top me, hide the pack and cook a meal for me
If he ain’t riding beside me then I can’t deal with him
I ain’t waiting up on these niggas, keep my skrill coming
Got on all this ice, I’m off a perc, I can’t feel nothing
Taking all the risks for the money, like I don’t fear nothing
Going back broke the only fear of me
Fuck it, grab another pint I’m snorin’ keep the seals coming
She don’t want her nigga he boring, I make her feel something
Good head on her shoulders we could build something
Bro hit me up for the presser, he tryna kill something
Got all these brick of raw I’m tryna build something
Mama asked me ‘Rally you made it, why you still hustling?’
Didn’t know what to say I love the feel of it
First they say they love you turn around and then they steal from you
If I say I love you, I love you, I’ll kill for you
To all my dawgs in prison, yeah I’m here for you
These niggas the pigs yell somethin' tell somethin'
Three month grind and switch the op, I think the feds coming
I don’t want the pussy little baby just keep the head coming
Hundred thousand dollars in ice, it got the feds on me
Pocket fat filled up with them strips
I got that bread on me
Fuck you pay me, and fuck ya dead homies
I was out there in the jungle it was me and Tone
Now we takin’ off with this rap shit y’all gone hear from me
Lately I been out of the way, getting the bag gone
Get em in, get em out and get my ass on
Tryna make it out of my state it’s just a sad song
I love the street life, but it don’t last long
Went through blood, sweat and tears to get this cash long
A lot of love lost, a lot of past wrongs
These niggas can’t stop me, bitch I’m still going
Make a bitch top me, hide the pack and cook a meal for me
If he ain’t riding beside me then I can’t deal with him
I ain’t waiting up on these niggas, keep my skrill coming
Got on all this ice, I’m off a perc, I can’t feel nothing
Taking all the risks for the money, like I don’t fear nothing
Going back broke the only fear of me
Fuck it, grab another pint I’m snorin’ keep the seals coming
She don’t want her nigga he boring, I make her feel something
Good head on her shoulders we could build something
Bro hit me up for the presser, he tryna kill something
Got all these brick of raw I’m tryna build something
Mama asked me ‘Rally you made it, why you still hustling?’
Didn’t know what to say I love the feel of it
First they say they love you turn around and then they steal from you
If I say I love you, I love you, I’ll kill for you
To all my dawgs in prison, yeah I’m here for you
These niggas the pigs yell somethin' tell somethin'
Three month grind and switch the op, I think the feds coming
I don’t want the pussy little baby just keep the head coming
Hundred thousand dollars in ice, it got the feds on me
Pocket fat filled up with them strips
I got that bread on me
Fuck you pay me, and fuck ya dead homies
I was out there in the jungle it was me and Tone
Now we takin’ off with this rap shit y’all gone hear from me