Crazy Dream lyrics

[Intro]
Hello?
b*tch, where you at?
I'm at home, what's wrong?
b*tch, you need to come get me, I'm trapped in the closet at this n*gga house
You trapped in the closet, b*tch?
I'm over here at this n*gga house, the n*gga who been trickin' on me, b*tch
b*tch, I'm on my way, tell me what's wrong (6lement)
What happened? I'm listenin' (Listen)

[Verse 1]
Remember that n*gga I told you I met when I was at the mall? (Yeah)
Same n*gga that bought me that bag at the Chanel store? (Uh-huh, yeah)
He started payin' all of my bills, he say he wanted a family (He said that?)
He started doin' more sh*t for my kids than my baby daddy (Damn)
He talk nice to me, jewelry store, he put ice on me
Comin' home every night to me (Every night?), tryin' his best to do right by me
Truth be told, I ain't like dude (Why not?), I couldn't do what I wanted to (Oh, okay)
Leave the house with an attitude, then go link with my other boo

[Interlude]
Damn, b*tch, you bullsh*ttin'
b*tch, I know I'm bullsh*ttin', you don't gotta tell me I'm bullsh*ttin', but listen, b*tch
It's more to the motherf*ckin' story, b*tch
Just listen (What?)
What you mean it's more to the story?
What the f*ck is goin' on?
[Verse 2]
He had the money, power, and respect (Uh-huh?)
That sh*t there was gettin' my pus*y wet (I feel you)
Used to wanna f*ck him all night
n*gga used to f*ck like an old man (Damn)
c*mmin' fast, couldn't last
di*k was trash, I was over that (What the f*ck?)
Met another n*gga in the NFL (Uh-huh?)
Throwin' that di*k like a quarterback (Damn)

[Interlude]
b*tch, I know damn well you ain't start cheatin' on that n*gga

[Verse 3]
b*tch, I was lyin' and cheatin', I was takin' trips every weekend
I was with my sneaky link linkin', I was out late night creepin'
I had another phone I was hidin', left it on the dresser and he peeped it
Before I could snatch it, he was scrollin', all through the messages, readin'
Could tell by his facial expressions this n*gga 'bouta turn into a demon

[Interlude]
Oh my gosh, b*tch, he heard
That's him?
He done motherf*ckin' found me in this motherf*ckin' closet, b*tch
b*tch, he got you f*cked up
Hurry up
You here?
I'm finna get this n*gga
b*tch, I'm scared, please hurry up
[Verse 4]
b*tch, I'm comin' through the door
Be quiet, don't talk no more
Let me make sure my strap c*cked back
Okay, I'm ready, let's go
b*tch, know you dead-ass wrong
I'ma ride with you right or wrong
You been playin' these n*ggas too long
Too grown, should've been had your own
Chasin' the bags and the gifts
All these expensive-ass trips
You ain't invest in no business
b*tch ain't even on sh*t, f*ck?

[Outro]
n*gga, get the f*ck back
What the hell, b*tch? You a clone or somethin'?
n*gga, do I look like a motherf*ckin' clone?
b*tch, I'm motherf*ckin' Jerrica, Big Jerrica to be exact
I'm the one that don't give a f*ck about no motherf*ckin' money, no fame, this internet-ass sh*t
Get the f*ck away from that motherf*ckin' closet, n*gga
b*tch, f*ck you and Gloss, I'll off both of you pus*y-ass hoes
b*tch, what the f*ck? You just killed this n*gga?
I know, b*tch, now let's get the f*ck up outta here
b*tch, I love you so f*ckin' much, b*tch, you just saved my motherf*ckin' life
Yeah, yeah, b*tch, I love you too, ho
Stupid-ass b*tch, let's go