BRAZY!
Oh yeah (Cash)
Man hold on I gotta take a sip of this
Take a sip (Ah)
That's some good shit
(Everything is chrome in the future) Aye tell me why you hate me
Crazy, brazy, niggas switch up on the daily
Baby, shady, so I can't make her my lady
Black Mercedes, she wanna hop in and get faded
Bagged your baby, no wonder you said that you hate me
Crazy, brazy, niggas switch up on the daily
Baby, shady, so I can't make her my lady
Black Mercedes, she wanna hop in and get faded
Bagged your baby, no wonder you said that you hate me
It ain't my fault that your lil baby got some mileage
I'm in my thoughts, she gave me brain and gained some knowledge
It ain't my fault I was born with sauce, don't need no stylist
Don't wear knock offs, this all store bought I'm MJ ballin'
A confession, she left me cold I caught depression
Learned my lesson, I learned that love creates obsession
That girl dumped me, I thought we had a real connection
No affection, I hate heartbreaks I hate rejection
Crazy, brazy, niggas switch up on the daily
Baby, shady, so I can't make her my lady
Black Mercedes, she wanna hop in and get faded
Bagged your baby, no wonder you said that you hate me
Crazy, brazy, niggas switch up on the daily
Baby, shady, so I can't make her my lady
Black Mercedes, she wanna hop in and get faded
Bagged your baby, no wonder you said that you hate me
I can't deal with you no more
You hit your hoes up when your bored
If I ever see them boys ima send em to the lord
I don't get drunk I get poured
Hop up in the whip explore
Suicidal like my doors
Got the peddle to the floor
Bouta pull up on ya friends
Guess your friends is not your friends
Want me back but no you can't
You already had your chance
Now I'm married to the bands
Hundred thousand when I land
Got that snake right on my jeans
Fifteen Hundred on my pants
Crazy, brazy, niggas switch up on the daily
Baby, shady, so I can't make her my lady
Black Mercedes, she wanna hop in and get faded
Bagged your baby, no wonder you said that you hate me
Crazy, brazy, niggas switch up on the daily
Baby, shady, so I can't make her my lady
Black Mercedes, she wanna hop in and get faded
Bagged your baby, no wonder you said that you hate me
Yeah, Aye, Yeah Forty-Seven hundred shit
Man hold on I gotta take a sip of this
Take a sip (Ah)
That's some good shit
(Everything is chrome in the future) Aye tell me why you hate me
Crazy, brazy, niggas switch up on the daily
Baby, shady, so I can't make her my lady
Black Mercedes, she wanna hop in and get faded
Bagged your baby, no wonder you said that you hate me
Crazy, brazy, niggas switch up on the daily
Baby, shady, so I can't make her my lady
Black Mercedes, she wanna hop in and get faded
Bagged your baby, no wonder you said that you hate me
It ain't my fault that your lil baby got some mileage
I'm in my thoughts, she gave me brain and gained some knowledge
It ain't my fault I was born with sauce, don't need no stylist
Don't wear knock offs, this all store bought I'm MJ ballin'
A confession, she left me cold I caught depression
Learned my lesson, I learned that love creates obsession
That girl dumped me, I thought we had a real connection
No affection, I hate heartbreaks I hate rejection
Crazy, brazy, niggas switch up on the daily
Baby, shady, so I can't make her my lady
Black Mercedes, she wanna hop in and get faded
Bagged your baby, no wonder you said that you hate me
Crazy, brazy, niggas switch up on the daily
Baby, shady, so I can't make her my lady
Black Mercedes, she wanna hop in and get faded
Bagged your baby, no wonder you said that you hate me
I can't deal with you no more
You hit your hoes up when your bored
If I ever see them boys ima send em to the lord
I don't get drunk I get poured
Hop up in the whip explore
Suicidal like my doors
Got the peddle to the floor
Bouta pull up on ya friends
Guess your friends is not your friends
Want me back but no you can't
You already had your chance
Now I'm married to the bands
Hundred thousand when I land
Got that snake right on my jeans
Fifteen Hundred on my pants
Crazy, brazy, niggas switch up on the daily
Baby, shady, so I can't make her my lady
Black Mercedes, she wanna hop in and get faded
Bagged your baby, no wonder you said that you hate me
Crazy, brazy, niggas switch up on the daily
Baby, shady, so I can't make her my lady
Black Mercedes, she wanna hop in and get faded
Bagged your baby, no wonder you said that you hate me
Yeah, Aye, Yeah Forty-Seven hundred shit
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Writer(s): Jeremiah Simmons
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