Video Crazy Talk de Landobando Y The Hip Hop Lab 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Landobando Y The Hip Hop Lab - Crazy Talk Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga)
(Damn, CR2, you made this?)

[Verse 1: Kasher Quon]
I just poured up some Hi-Tech, that shit expired
If you got your ID and a card, you just got hired
I heard that nigga working at McDonald's, he just got fired
I'm tryna spark up a Backwood, where a Bic lighter?

[Verse 2: Shaudy Kash]
Trap star turned rap star
Pull up on the whole block, they like, "Who in that car?"
Fuckin' on your ho twat, walk in, back arched
Boy, you niggas too behind, must've got a bad start

[Verse 3: StanWill]
Whole gang wet as hell, we lookin' like some scuba divers
Only thing I punch is drip, bitch, we be shootin' fighters
Got a hundred gadgets in this whip, I'm the new MacGyver
Twenty racks on me, but I'm still finna use the slidеr

[Verse 4: Bankroll Reese]
Ayy, she like, "Why you take 'еm on a chase?" Bitch, this car go fast
Nigga think he finna slide this way, I be done parked your ass
7.62s, .308s, bro, your car won't last
No Jordan, ball like MJ, but I'll spark your ass
[Verse 5: TrDee]
Finna double back 'cause the piece hit like Pacquiao
Feel like Pooh Shiesty in the club, they ain't pat me down
Feds hit me up, like a mouse, I won't make a sound
I don't got no heart, boo, I'm in love with Ben Franklins now

[Verse 6: Cam Dinero]
Fell inside of Louis, I was in some Fendi shit
How you into takin' pictures and a nigga kit?
You would think I hang with Clay Matthews, niggas gettin' blitzed
We'll pool down in a Uber, get a nigga lift

[Verse 7: Lil Blade]
Must've got a bad part, you never play your role
I don't play the game, nigga rather play these hoes
Tried to take me out the game 'cause I be throwin' bows
Make a nigga bitch wipe me down like Lil Boosie song

[Verse 8: Siick P]
Ninety-nine percent of opps dead, they got germitized
Lando put a Arab on your head, get his turban tied
Me and and Ye had slid with the heat, they got burned alive
I'll put a Nazi on your head, I got German ties

[Verse 9: Prince Jefe]
My right pocket throwin' fours, shoes throwin' fives
Only thing on a nigga mind, which ho gon' drive?
Pour a six in a twenty-ounce, make it come alive
We gon' keep spinnin' 'round your block 'til somebody die
[Verse 10: BabyTron]
Flash on the Glocky, pull up shootin' like the paparazzi
We gon' give dog the Ricky treatment if we pop the shotty
Thirty-dollar Cookie in your 'Wood, that is not Biscotti
Fans know it's me, I had to tell the clerk to balaclav' me

[Outro: BabyTron]
Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz