What It Takes Lyrics

I been goin' too crazy

I can't trust these bitches

They can't fuck wit me, they too fake

Yeah they too fake

Yeah they too crazy

Chase a bag, flip the cash

Get it fast, through the dash

All this money, it be comin' fast

Always solid, never ran

Pulling strings, no ceiling fan

We don't care bitch, we'll kill ya' man

Lit in real life, fuck pretend

Leave the stu' & fuck a ten

Tryna see my niggas win

Brodie like my twin

Left it open for me, so you know I run it in

Bitch you know that Ima run it in

Yeah, what

Because all you niggas bitch made

Talkin' like I'm not gonna make it

Better get ya' shit straight

I can write this song

Drop a banger every 6 days

If I want him dead, then he won't make it

Past the 5th day

Thinkin' I'm these niggas

Really gonna get your shit sprayed

You niggas on some other shit

Can't respond to sucka shit

Always rise above the shit

Used to leave my ass on seen

And now she in bed suckin' dick

Damn, woah

These bitches really too crazy

Lappin' all these niggas

They ain't catchin' up, they too lazy

I can't let these niggas get too close to me

They too shady

They can never do it how I do it

Because I'm too wavy, yeah

I been goin too crazy

And that's just how I'm carryin' it

I'm spittin' this shit wit clarity

These niggas really scared of me

& I just keep embarrassin' em

It's really no comparison

I been goin' too brazy

I can't trust these bitches

They can't fuck wit me, they 2 faced

Niggas think they over me

These niggas really too crazy

Yeah, they too crazy

I been goin' too brazy

I can't trust these bitches

They can't fuck wit me, they 2 faced

Niggas think they over me

These niggas really too crazy

These niggas too crazy, yeah

Hit the gas

What, I can't come in last

I been in my bag for a minute now

And that's a fact

Niggas lose they bitches

When we walk in with a bag

Shawty said she love me

When I'm pullin' on her tracks

Keep my hood believin' in me

S.P. on the map

You cross us, just be cautious

Because you know we slidin' back

You had it, but you lost it

Now i got it, it's a wrap, damn

They don't really think I got what it takes

Tell me why you niggas think this shit

Is really a game

All my niggas down to ride

And we puttin' in pain

I don't need shit from you niggas now

I can make it off my own damn name

Pussy, pussy