Letras
Drop that shit and make them bitches Go Insane
I'm with the gang, and we shine like it's snowing in the rain
Drop that shit and make them bitches Go Insane
Finna go insane, aye
And my name is Jay, I'll say it till ya know my name
Cause for all these growing pains, I treat the weed like novacaine
Shots hitting like they Cobain, they blow ya brain, plus all these lines like they cocaine
Like cocaína
I'm in the kitchen baking like Anita
Tryna find a bad mamacita, who knows I get amnesia when I need her
Way I been cooking fuck around and charge me for a feature
Like, I can't get this shit for free no more, I'm taxing Jesus
Aye, you hear 'em squeaking, that's the sneakers
They watching from the bleachers
Cause I been out here cooking on the court just like I'm
I been out here cooking on the court just like Gilbert Arenas
Saying you the best, that's a stretch, like a limousine
Especially when you know the flow sweet, like vanilla bean
Shit is sweet, like the pussy that keep on, wetting up my sheets
So shawty get it done for me, babygirl, just what I need
Finna Go Insane,
Tryna freeze the wrist, it look like snowing in the rain
They know that you finna go in till they know ya name
Don't know what to say, Finna Go Insane
Line full of dimes and a couple foreign names
Hit 'em in the whip, can't have 'em knowing where I lay
I just kissed her lips, and then she turned to pouring rain
Finna Go insane, Finna Go Insane