Yans you Krazy

ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

Last time we spoke I know you had wished me well

Ain't gone stop till' I got crocodile skin up on my belt

Say she a child of god, I don't believe her cause she bring me hell

Pretty bitches can't do nothing but leave behind a pretty smell

Now I'm rich like ooh, ooh I get that drip for sale

And yo' b**h be all up on my phone but I know you can't tell

Young boy with them millionaires you know he gone be rich as hell

When you ready hit my line, you can ring my bell

Even if we got smoke I still don't wish you jail

Yes I had fun with that b**h but I don't kiss and tell

Baby I'm the king, I send gang to get that Holy Grail

Ain't even write this shit, this off the head, this how I really feel

F**k it now I got a new plan

I switched my name, gotta call me Yans

I'm switchin' lanes, catch me if you can

The interstate was flooded with some bands

We ridin' round with cameras

Her name Tamarah, but I don't give a f**k I call her Tamara

Said that she my number one fan, put that banner up

You would be surprised who really keep that blammer tucked

(I flooded my wrist.. uh, uh)

I be ridin' round presidential

You know I keep my money comin' in presidential

Baby I got tired, I don't wanna do no rental

That whip in my name and I signed it with a pencil

I'm petty as f**k, you ain't even thank me for what I sent you

Petty as f**k, I got mad because she spilled the drink all over the Lamb truck