Crazyyy
"Uhh, crazyyy"
"Crazyyy"
She dont know im crazy
She dont know im crazy
She dont know im crazy
Young nigga crazy
Young nigga crazy
Young nigga crazy
Young nigga crazy
Young nigga crazy
Young nigga crazy
This hoe wanna have my baby
Im sipping on lean my favorite
I got all the money i see why they hating
Flight in the morning wake up and im gone
Know im gone meet my baby
We hit the road and turn up at these shows
Ain't no reason for waiting
Yeah skrrt off the lot got my neck and my wrist froze
Im whiping mercedes
Yeah she wanna hit phone i tell her leave me 'lone talk to you later
She dont know im crazy
She dont know im crazy
Young nigga crazy
Young nigga crazy
Fly out of state on a private jet just to fly a couple miles away
How you say you want a young nigga
But you showing me different things
Nigga try to jump in this lane imma push him out of my way
Smoking it straight to the face
So down now im out of my brain
I bring out the bros and we turnt at the show
And i slide in the cullinan rolls royce
You want beef we head straight to yo' block
When we creep up you dont hear a thing it aint no noise
I stay with that thing if you disrespect gang
Got a whole lot of shots at your brain
All that back and fourth on the internet
They know better to not say my name
She dont know im crazy
She dont know im crazy
She dont know im crazy
Young nigga crazy
Young nigga crazy
Young nigga crazy
Young nigga crazy
Young nigga crazy
"Crazyyy"
She dont know im crazy
She dont know im crazy
She dont know im crazy
Young nigga crazy
Young nigga crazy
Young nigga crazy
Young nigga crazy
Young nigga crazy
Young nigga crazy
This hoe wanna have my baby
Im sipping on lean my favorite
I got all the money i see why they hating
Flight in the morning wake up and im gone
Know im gone meet my baby
We hit the road and turn up at these shows
Ain't no reason for waiting
Yeah skrrt off the lot got my neck and my wrist froze
Im whiping mercedes
Yeah she wanna hit phone i tell her leave me 'lone talk to you later
She dont know im crazy
She dont know im crazy
Young nigga crazy
Young nigga crazy
Fly out of state on a private jet just to fly a couple miles away
How you say you want a young nigga
But you showing me different things
Nigga try to jump in this lane imma push him out of my way
Smoking it straight to the face
So down now im out of my brain
I bring out the bros and we turnt at the show
And i slide in the cullinan rolls royce
You want beef we head straight to yo' block
When we creep up you dont hear a thing it aint no noise
I stay with that thing if you disrespect gang
Got a whole lot of shots at your brain
All that back and fourth on the internet
They know better to not say my name
She dont know im crazy
She dont know im crazy
She dont know im crazy
Young nigga crazy
Young nigga crazy
Young nigga crazy
Young nigga crazy
Young nigga crazy
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Writer(s): Terrence Howard
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