Crazy lyrics

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[Verse]
It's so funny how you hate me
It's so funny how you hate me
I looked up to you, and all you pus*y n*ggas say you raised me
I done f*cked you b*tches, now you b*tches wan' have my babies
I can afford to be lazy
And so my hoes think I'm crazy
But it's cool I think she crazy
And I love her cause she crazy
And that pus*y hit so good goddamn I call that pus*y crazy
n*gga like me out here, brazy
n*gga like me goin' brazy
n*gga like me out here never see a drought I can't be lazy
All these n*gga say they get it to they grave, they just be gravy
All these n*gga say they smoke that gas boy yo vision look hazy
I can't even be like none of these f*ck ass n*ggas out here nazin'
I can't even be these dull ass n*ggas I gotta be blazin'
None of you n*ggas, Fauni Figeuroa, yeah he be out blazin'
All them plays, all these b*tches, all them wheels I just be blazin'
Yeah that burnin', burnin', b*tch I burn that rubber
Yeah I f*ck yo hoe so hard, I done burned the rubber
I done skirt off, from the vrmm, and them tires turn to flubber
All a n*gga be countin' is some blues and greens like Flubber
And a n*gga never gave a f*ck about a trucker
Ice road trucker, neck so cold no ice road trucker
I done got these hoes to f*ck with me but I can't never love her
I done got these hoes to f*ck with me but I can't never love her
And these b*tches, damn she bad, ass so fat, not no rubber
And these b*tches, so damn bad, ass so fat ain't use no rubber
It's a shame, it's a game
All these n*ggas, they so lame
Stay in yo lane, It's a shame
How these n*ggas gon' complain
Ain't doin' sh*t, just depend on a n*gga who doin' that sh*t
When a n*gga doin' all this sh*t, you n*ggas don't even do no sh*t
I just wanna hit a couple, thousand bands, or a lic
Maybe mil' off a brick
But I don't need to whip no bricks
If I see a f*ck n*gga, walkin', talkin' like he sh*t
Talkin' like he the sh*t, I'm gon' have to hit that lic
I could give a f*ck about a lil' b*tch, that pus*y get lit
I'm gon' f*ck that b*tch, Ima hit that b*tch
Walk away then I'm gon' quit
When it come to f*ckin' guaps
When it come to hittin' lics
When it come to kickin' sh*t
You know I'm gon' keep a stick
I can't even be no pus*y, like you n*ggas, not no b*tch
All you n*ggas just some hoes, ya'll be talkin' like my b*tch
And my b*tch don't even talk like you, my b*tch talk real sh*t
My hoe talk real sh*t, why the f*ck you think you my b*tch
I can't be like none of these n*ggas
I can't be like none of these hoes
I can't even say I won't pull the trigger, if it goes
These n*ggas say they on, but these n*ggas ain't on go
And they on, but I'm on go
So they know, I get them rolls
I get bands, I get commas, I get b*tches wanna top us
I get hoes to do they dance, Ion tip she dance that poll