Insane ft. Yung Flex Lyrics

Hold up Wait a Minute Boy

Who the fuck y'all Playing With

On some Super Saiyan

North Korean Bomber Laying shit

Only have Two Hands

That I should Use just to be Praying With

And I don't Cook

But come up in my Grill

And I'll Fillet a Fish

Grab a Drink and make a Dish

Tell me what's your Favorite

Just don't choke

Cuz I'm coming at your Throat

Just like a Handkerchief

Stuff this Dick

Straight up in yo Bitch

Yo Hoe be Thanking Me

All types of Dick Emojis come in Her Head

Whenever She Think of Me

Shit ain't the Same for Me

But fuck it Thankfully I'm Good

You cannot Hang with Me

Trying to Understand me is Not Good

Ain't got No Brain in Me

Verses I'm Laying in this Book

You should be Banned from Me

But just Hold up and Take a Look

I'm making Picasso's

You Boys are just Snot Nosed

My Biscuit ill Bake Beans

And Turn you to Pot Roast

I keep on Chilling

And Post when the Block Swole

The Pistol will Say Cheese

And Turn you to Nachos

See I'm just Cooling

But don't Make me Get Hot

You Need to Give me a Break

Or Make it a Pit Stop

This Glock will Make some Music

Its going Make yo Hip Pop (Hip Hop)

Don't fuck Around and Get Rocked

In these Streets I Slipknot

I Started Losing my Cool

I swear I'm Out my Brain

And I can't Relate to Him Boy

I Swear we're Not the Same

I was Trying to Keep it Humble

I was Trying to Make a Change

But I Swear to God

This Niggas in this Bitches

Bout to Make me Go Insane

Sane sane sane sane Sane

Swear to God I'm bout to Go

Insane sane sane sane sane sane Sane

Swear to God I'm bout to Go in

Bitch quit Playing

You don't Understand

I was Really Trying to be a Humble Man

But I'm about to Go

Insane sane sane sane sane sane Sane

Swear to God I'm bout to Go Insane

I'm Insane All in the Coco

But don't Ever Call me Loco

El Dominicano I'm O.T

I'm Selling that Coco

You Get fucked like a Porno

You'll Shot like a Promo

I'm so High up in the Sky

I'm a Star Tony Romo

Ama Come up on the Beat

With this Asylum Flow

Ama a Bad Mother Fucker

Michael Jackson with the Fro

Fish Scale make the Fiends Go Crazy

When they See the Glow

Got the Bag just like Santa

Catch me Going thru the Snow

Yeah you know I'm Selling Blow

Its for the Low i Let em Go

If you fucking with the Doe

We gon Hit you like a Hoe

Getting Money i Want More

Fast Money Never Slow

Nine Under the Waist is Below

But I'll Go Toe to Toe

Better Stay on your Lane

Cause a nigga Go Insane

Better Stay on your Track

Just like a Couple of Trains

I put Three Shots in your Chest nigga

Right by your Chains

Ama Leave a niggas Bloody

Sowoo Lil Wayne

Bout to Make me Go Insane

Sane sane sane sane Sane

Swear to God I'm bout to Go

Insane sane sane sane sane sane Sane

Swear to Go I'm bout to Go In

Bitch Quit Playing

You don't Understand

I was Really Trying to be a Humble Man

But I'm about to Go

Insane sane sane sane sane sane Sane

Swear to God I'm bout to Go Insane