[Intro: Young Crazy]
Ayy, Crazo, damn
Yeah

[Verse 1: Young Crazy]
Ayy, know how I'm comin' with it
Wafi bust down this piece, n***a, come and get it
I'm ridin' with Ace in the Bimmer like I'm Money Mitch
We the reason n***a smoke his opp in the city (On God)
Real Norfolk City G.O.A.T., I need a billboard
I don't even want a car, these boys'll kill for it
Trump gave away the money, how you still poor?
You brought all them damn guns and y'all still whores
Why you shootin' in the air, you tryna kill the Lord?
Play Monopoly in these streets, we just fill the board
Ayy, life a gamble, and I'm takin' my chips on tour
And I wasn't even lookin' at the strippers, I tipped the floor
Ayy, that boy actin' too damn good, he Denzel cousin
Real killers, when I die, we gon' let Hell jump in
Ayy, your lil' gang walked in, it felt like 12 comin'
I feel like any man with teeth'll probably tell somethin'
Bitch, nah, I don't sell nothin'
Your woman crush just posted my song, now you air punchin'
She not a ten, when I fucked her, I had smelled somethin'
So you won't see me 'round that bitch unless the mail comin'
[Chorus: Young Crazy]
Ayy, damn, we got the mail jumpin'
Ayy, ayy, this that shit that get the jail jumpin'
N***a, we just left the club and got the Shell jumpin'
N***a play around this bitch and we gon' kill somethin'
Ayy, damn, we got the mail jumpin'
Ayy, ayy, this that shit that get the jail jumpin'
N***a, we just left the club and got the Shell jumpin'
N***a play around this bitch and we gon' kill somethin'

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
These n***as playin' with that pape', then we gon' drill somethin'
I just poured two sixes up, I call it twelve somethin'
Had to wake up early morning 'cause the mail comin'
You a pussy, ain't gon' kill nothin', he gon' tell somethin'
Two hundred thousand on my neck, yeah, it's that ice show
That goofy muggin' in the club, I let that pipe blow, ayy
Real n***a, keep it hundred just like white lows
Thirty pokin', I don't fuck with n***as just like white folks
And fuck probation, if it's up, then I'm gon' spill somethin'
I gotta calm lil' gang 'nem down, they tryna kill somethin'
Yeah, fuck that Instagram pape', bitch, we got real money
I'm the type of n***a pour the lean 'til I don't feel nothin'
Shoot a n***a in his head, now he can't think for real
And I just popped two double stacks, now I can't sleep for real
Just count a half a ticket up, that's off of weed and pills
Fuck them n***as, we be in the field 'cause you know we for real, gang (Drank God)
[Chorus: Young Crazy]
Ayy, damn, we got the mail jumpin'
Ayy, ayy, this that shit that get the jail jumpin'
N***a, we just left the club and got the Shell jumpin'
N***a play around this bitch and we gon' kill somethin'
Ayy, damn, we got the mail jumpin'
Ayy, ayy, this that shit that get the jail jumpin'
N***a, we just left the club and got the Shell jumpin'
N***a play around this bitch and we gon' kill somethin'

[Outro: Young Crazy]
N***a, meet me at the Shell, let's do it proper, n***a
Any n***a in my car, he down to pop a n***a
Lil' bro by the gas pump with a chopper, n***a
So you gon' see some real fire, you try to rob a n***a