Insane ft. Almighty Beezy Lyrics

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(Niggas playin' crazy, they gon' make me go insane (Nizzy..)

How I'm supposed to sleep when I got murder

on my..

How I'm supposed to sleep when I got murder

on my brain.

Niggas playin' crazy, they gon' make me go insane How I'm supposed to sleep when I got murder on my brain

Clean up they street, we hit they block with dirty K's

Put him six feet, he throwin' dirt all on my name

We Brought the cutters in, heat a nigga up just like the oven did Like when the lights is off,

I keep it real even when the mic is off Gotta keep a styrofoam, cause we make bullets ring

We don't like to type at all, we just make them pussies bleed If he from the other side, I don't even care for him

Lil bro, wanna catch a homicide, I got a deal for him If he want some bags, then I can send him through the air for him

They say, Almighty, you the GOAT, and you in rare form

I'ma let my blick off too, bro, let the switch talk too

You ain't got no grind, and you be lyin', thats somethin' i don't get bout you

Her pussy don't hit all the time, that's somethin' i don't miss bout you, I ain't tellin' your friends they gotta leave, but they gotta get out too

I did a 50 in a week, I'm talkin' grand inside my pocket

I got skeletons, but they ain't the only dead ones in my closet I done trippled what you made, in a day I'm talkin' profits

I just fucked a booster, she from Houston, we be totin' rockets

We gon' get on side of him, we gon' let the windows down

We gon' get him outta here, and pray the body don't get found We gon' smoke a pound of him, yeah, we gon' send a nigga around

This bitch shoot all hollow tips, it'll knock the biggest nigga down

Sticks inside the whip like we be tryin' to build a tree

That bitch better off playin' lottery, she think she gon' play with me I don't see where you comin' from, but that's just how it be

Got a 50 round and a hundred drum, we leavin' shit deceased

Say it's Smoke, then keep your iorn close, cause I won't leave a crease

Say it's Smoke, we turn you to a ghost, we put shit underneath

How that boy a trapper, he ain't seen a hundred peas

I'm like, how the fuck you scammin', you ain't seen a hundred Gs

We gon' hit the club and make them bitches hit they knees

Lil' bro a buggy, keep on beggin' me to squeeze Got it out the mud, I run it up by any means

Side like a park when we come swing them ARPs