insane

All designer jacket, we gon' light em up like a match Niggas talk shit when I'm slidin', where they at Niggas talk shit, we gon' push this fitted back Pockets over stuffed, I can't even fit a racks Yeah Lil P, Keep that fye, Yeah Lil P, keep that blatt We not smokin', on papes , yeah we smokin' on black I'm a slide, In a hawk, this a jeep, not a track We gon' run in yo crib, running through, wit a mask We gon' call, call the cops, we gon' sprint, do the dash And I really need the cash, yeah i really need the cash, Gotta get to the sack, get it back, get it fast Insane, insane All this fuckin' fame starting drive me crazy, I'm just tryna geek, get high, okay And I'm in the beam , tryna swerve my lane Two bad hoes tryna say my name Five, five, six, might gon' blow his brain Riding around the city with a hoe, okay It don't mean shit, I don't wanna explain Insane Insane All this fuckin' face tryna drive me crazy I'm just tryna geek, get high, okay And I'm the beam , tryna swerve my lane Insane Insane We gon' what, we gon what, we gon what, Run it back Yeah Lil P, Keep that fye, Yeah Lil P, keep that blatt We gon' what, we gon what, we gon what, Run it back Yeah Lil P, Keep that fye, Yeah Lil P, keep that blatt Insane Insane All this fuckin' face tryna drive me crazy I'm just tryna geek, get high, okay I don't got time, I don't wanna explain