lieu – crazy lyrics
when i walk in the spot you know they hate me
they’ve been trynna copy me because they ain’t me
i’ve been sippin on codiene it got me lazy
and that drum mag got a beam you call me crazy
bussin juggs lil bro, imma stay rich
used to hate on me, now they in my dm’s wanna flex
and we pulling up with sticks outside where he live
[?] i make money from those l!cks
and you better not walk in [?]
you get robbed on the spot, where those bags is
and i’m feeling pretty violent i take supressor off it
bullets flying at his brain because somebody put a hit
not as easy as you think
but for me its as easy as pouring purple in my drink
and he thought he was so fire with those fake ass l!cks
talking heavy bout my game we finna trap him
and you’re not making that money so dont talk to me
and you’re not making that money so dont talk to me
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