Young Thug - Crazy (White Album) lyrics

[PeeWee Longway: Hook] Everybody with me got them racks in they britches We ain't tryin' to f** nothing but some foreign a** b**hes Foreign a** cars and expensive a** linen Carbon 15 with 100 rounds in it LA to the A, Longway fly crippin Ain't playing with the white, baby girl you need to whip it Longway blue M&Ms, stuft crusts and cookin (M&Ms, M&Ms, M&Ms) Longway blue M&Ms, stuft crusts and cookin (M&Ms, M&Ms, M&Ms) [Peewee Longway Verse 1:] Peewee longway the blue m&m Loaded with m&m sI cannot get rid of him Fly crippin on slawson, Wit nipsey in Cali Neighborhood see wee, On highways and alleys Don't rock no bally'sI rock da yeezy Bluer then jeezy, Packs in DC They gleeshy, He need me Bigger than Chapo, Peewee el gundo Racks out my a**hole Hold up hold on hold on hold on Peewee el gundo, I'm bigger than ChapO Balenciaga, My bricks is long digit How can you follow, My n***as gon hitchu Don't need you up on me, Need room for my b**hez M&m jawbreakers, I came out them trenches Holla holla holla holla Carbon 1-5 when I open my trench He do not flinch, Thugga gon hit em, If he don't miss em DK go get em, We get them rentals, And president tent em Bags in the trunk And dem birds In a Fender How can I miss em', How can I miss em' Bandz In the ceilings, And bandz on the j**elry How can I get em', How can I get em' Finessing, finessing, them stamps in the middle [Young Thug: Verse 2] I feel like clubbin and blubbin I pull up them buckets ,The b**hes, they love it The b**hes they lusting and touching, they wanna f-f** it That ratchet I clutch it, I co*k it and buss it (Blue M&M! M&M) Play wid me bro, its no fussin and cussin (Blue M&M! PeeWee Longway) PeeWee my buzzin, you touch him, I'm rushing No DTE trouble, I'm bussin, I'm bussin! I don't got the busses, I got them Blue Russians Them bales on the conway, they coming, they coming! DK think he running, he need some money So many foreign shoes, Im growing bunions Running so fast, I'm mo faster than sonic Take the 1-5 now I'm holding two tummies I'm holding my gun and I'm holding my stomach! Turn up! Everybody will get arrested We ain't tryin' to f** them But they're some p**n a** b**hes Come 13 with 100 rounds in it No way, Eminem, it starts on cookin' No way, Eminem, it starts on cookin' Break to pieces, transport it out Fill it up with camble Miley Cirus Making Eminem taking off like a rocket My n***as hold chop sticks n***as say: wrong thing! All my dogs gone rough I'm callin' no ballers, I'm callin' no roof Tell her the truth you got shot in the tooth No sippin', no drippin' like I wanted to poop What did you do? What did you do? Why on the sudden I'm one of the 2? Half over million I feed on my belly You run up while you got shot in the kidney They shot you ,n***a They shot you in the head