Crazy me (shot by @cadencampise) lyrics

(Swear to god..
What-what the— what the f*ck?
Dexter!
Uh...uh...uh..uh...uh Dexter! Dexter!
Just look in the sky and think I’m a star..)

Just look in the sky and wish I’m a star
I f*ck that b*tch off a bar
She wanna hop in my car
She give me top in the car
Wait
I might just break out her back
Never lackin, ridin around with a MAC
I see your asses is dat
What was that sh*t you was sayin on the internet?

Know you ain’t tuff, huh, pus*y n*gga you a bluff, huh
Boy wassup?
Draco, n*gga, make your ass turn up
To launch me I f*ck a little b*tch you feel me
You run up on me yeah you feel it
That pack on me then we gon' sell it
I got the Glock in the ziplock
I’m sippin lean till my heart stop
That pack on me now with a mailbox
The shell so hot that I’m hell hot
Oo hot like the devil
I push Chanel like a shovel
30 on me it don’t let up
What? Oo
That boy got the hiccups
But we got the set up, can’t trust a b*tch, boy here not to setup
Oo don’t let up
Free all my homies tell them boys don’t let up
Choppa with the beam on it
I make a b*tch wanna sing on it
She f*ckin [?] on me
She leaving 'cause you be funny (Wow ohmangoddman)

Huh Oo bye bye
You run up on me boy I swear you will die
30 on me turn that n*gga to a fry
Just chop on the block boy I swear I can’t lie
Mike on the beat so I killed it
I got them bullets you know you will feel it
Oo honey I’m itchin
Perc10 got my whole body itchin
Oo wait a minute huh my heart be beatin huh
Oo wait a minute I swear who I’m seeing
Yeah peek-a-boo, b*tch like duck duck goose
My 30 on me and I shoot at you
You could be a duck stuffed too (for real)
And it ain’t funny, my diamond my teeth yeah it jump like a bunny
Got too many lil b*tches, yeah I swear they be on me
Oo oo gone in the morning
Huh yeah f*ck her
f*ck her friend too, bust her
Bust it down too love em
On little b*tch Oo no sir
I f*ck her one time and she go, sir
Out the back door yeah I curse her
Huh scratchin my schedule
I don’t even, won’t even text her
Back to the schedule I keep a gun heavy metal
This boy not on my level, Oo he worship the devil
Yeah b*tch you a hoe, run up on me yeah I swear you can’t show
I sippin lean down my throat
I’m sippin lean oh go
Yeah huh Gone, b*tch
(And it freestyled by the way too, all this sh*t off the top, you know what I’m saying, you know, all this sh*t, you know what I’m saying, I’m high as hell in this b*tch, yessir. You know who with me, you know what I’m saying, my f*cking little brother Splurge...)


Just look in the sky and wish I’m a star
I f*ck that b*tch off a bar
She wanna hop in my car
She give me top in the car
Wait
I might just break out her back
Never lackin, ridin around with a MAC
I see your asses is dat
What was that sh*t you was sayin on the internet?

(Huh b*tch ass n*gga all that sh*t you was talking on the intern—what’s up? You ain’t tuff now huh? Yeah I know. Shut up, b*tch ass n*gga. Pass me some gas...)