chuckie ceo - crazy lyrics
[intro]
(nah, i hear you)
(ayy, kolvi, you going too crazy)
yeah, huh
[verse]
last night, i had a dream that i’d die, hope it ain’t true
but now i’m tryna slide down the opps’ block and shoot somethin’
why these n+ggas talkin’ like they active? never do nothin’
it ain’t even no love in this sh+t, so when did rules come in?
huh, these n+ggas ass+backwards
you don’t even live it, cut it out, plus you an ass rapper
not even in school, thumbin’ through thousands, f+ck the mathematics
n+gga want a problem, give it to him, show his ass static
i ain’t worried ’bout a soul, we hop on a n+gga ass quick
do dirt, you get dirt, karma, that’s a bad b+tch
watch me live it up, they know i ain’t never had sh+t
tried to rob, yeah, he tried, but he died, that’s a past tense
i been on my sh+t, can’t knock me off my pivot
cuttin’ n+ggas off ’cause they can’t seem to fit in on the mission
try me, set it off up in this b+tch, i feel like jada pinkett
new gun plug got me totin’ sh+t that’s looking futuristic
we don’t f+ck with rappers, we don’t f+ck with n+ggas
watch out for iffy hoes, i don’t f+ck with b+tches
she tryna set the play, i grab the k, knock off her bundle with it
i can peep a rat in my lil’ way, i got perfect vision
this an ar, got a muzzle on it
where the opps at? we get to huntin’ for ’em
i just want ben franklins, yeah, you see me thumbin’ through ’em
they like, “it can get dangerous, boy, you better not bump into him”
if we see ’em, would hate to be ’em and who running with ’em
7.62s in this clip, i leave somethin’ with ’em
leave ’em x+ed out, ain’t no rushin’ to the ‘spital
my youngin hot as h+ll, he’ll spin a block in a rental
before the booth, i was runnin’ in the pockets
huh, i was robbin’, we was runnin’ in the houses
lil’ bro ‘nem in the hood, yeah, they still ridin’ striker
ayy, i wish a n+gga would, i’ll walk down like a hiker
huh, freaky b+tch gon’ do what i say, i’m like simon
high as h+ll off a perc’, finna dive in v+g+n+
bro got caught with them poles, still totin’, no hidin’
i’m still up some dog sh+t, ain’t no need for a diaper
b+tch, i’m that n+gga, could care less if you like it
young n+gga ’bout a check, don’t talk, just do it like nike
i was masked up around this b+tch before i heard of pooh shiesty
i won’t doubt that i’ma blow in a shootout most likely
huh
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