Released on November 8, 2019

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[Intro]

Motherfucker

It's that shit you can't see on TV bitch

You know its crazy out here, crazy out here

Wassup my dogs man, where you at?

In my chat, run up to your spot like a fuckin narc'

This that shit to get high to, for your bitch ass

Big style do you smoke it?


[Verse 1 | Tedy Andreas]

Yeah, like Raekwon I bring the ruckus

Hardcore higher than the sputnik, hardcore lady fans love it

Yall think its fashion to bang colors, till real G's run up on you

Your eyes see his colours cause your brain malfunction

My Pakistani at the bodega keep me healthy

All the chopped cheese on the wheatbread, never meal prep

Extort feds with the street cred, till my warrants gеt dropped and my records get a rеset

Tears dry, no reply to a dime I bang this vine out

Yo shoutout to Amy Winehouse

Fifth grade Bill Nye episodes, spark the plug and my boy that experiment with a Pyrex

Your trash rhymes got me sidekicked

Won't stand the test of time I know thats hard for you to digest

Back when you were flippin' sidekicks, I was flippin' percocets holding my nuts with a tight grip

Long Island mini mansion with ADT cameras with range from Tacoma to Atlanta, the opera need a phantom

Ninja-black bands with my leg out the window like Juelz Santana

Rag-to-riches enterprisin', Moschino silk sheets tailor-fitted for the guy

Analyze energy, they want me on opposite side of those conniving

Pull the curtains in Continentals and spark my light up

(Peace)


[Chorus | Tedy Andreas & *Freddie Gibbs*]

Telephone calls from my dogs sayin' narcs got them locked oh yeah

Swear its crazy, its crazy, its crazy out here

Telephone calls from my moms money problems got me workin oh yeah

Swear its crazy, its crazy, its crazy out here

Telephone calls from my dogs sayin' narcs got them locked oh yeah

Swear its crazy, its crazy, its crazy out here

Telephone calls from my moms money problems got me workin oh yeah

Swear its crazy, *its crazy, its crazy out here*


[Verse 2 | Freddie Gibbs]

Telephone call from my dog, "got a song", did you rip it huh? yeah

'Cause im that type of nigga, set up shop and get it off another niggas projects

Space coupe blackened UFO, im only pulling up in foreign objects

When your bitch made, ya get slayed 'cause its crazy out here

I just hit the boy with the knowledge you been fillin' him

I can make him hit a hundred grand be the minimum

The forgiato floating like the tyres filled with helium

I'm tryna fuck a trust fund bitch and a get a million

Give me some extra hoes, we keeping the ones that fuck the rest can go

They know a nigga VVS get extra glow

These niggas handcuffin, bitches arrestin hoes, we keep pimpin though (Y-yeah)

Telephone calls to your broard "Did that pussy nigga drop you off?" yeah

Its different when you riding in the foreign, shit that nigga got you in a Honda (He ain't got you in that Porsche yet baby)

Space coupe blackened UFO, im only pulling up in foreign objects

Your bitch made, ya get slayed 'cause its crazy out here


[Chorus | Tedy Andreas]

Telephone calls from my dogs sayin' narcs got them locked oh yeah

Swear its crazy, its crazy, its crazy out here

Telephone calls from my moms money problems got me workin oh yeah

Swear its crazy, its crazy, its crazy out here

Telephone calls from my dogs sayin' narcs got them locked oh yeah

Swear its crazy, its crazy, its crazy out here

Telephone calls from my moms money problems got me workin oh yeah

Swear its crazy, its crazy, its crazy out here