Chris Travis - Crazy (Prod. Curtis Heron/Misogi) | Текст песни

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• Chris Travis
• Crazy (Prod. Curtis Heron/Misogi)

[Intro]
I walk in the rain, but I can't feel the rain
I think he came back, I'm just playing the game
My energy really not one to be tamed
I'm mentally faster then most human brains
My niggas, my niggas, we all like the same
We really just anti, but stay in our lane
I don't say no name, connect dropping lames
I see you, I see you, but not in my way

[Verse 1]
Bitch I get money so fuck what they say
If you ain't with my team better stay out the way
Hit me up shawty, she know where I stay
Wanna fuck through the night
And smoke up through the day
I don't need placements, I'm water replacing
So fuck all the basics, I wanna see naked
Bitches on bitches and fuck conversatin'
They askin' what's wrong, "is he really that crazy?"
Bitch I am crazy, my flow is outrageous
Put me on your show ain't no censor you playing
Nigga quit playing, my city too banging
I'm walking in normal, I walk out, now I'm famous
The game I'm holding is locked in my hands
Cause your bitch tapping out, you can call me Kurt Angle
Slow mo like Neo
Your bitch working, no freeload
You niggas ain't shit but Pablo De Neo
I hit Miami and spent us some C-notes
Then went out to Denver and brought out the weed store
Came into Cali just straight from my video
Fuck rapping the plug, I don't speak in that lingo
The devil be plotting but I'm plotting bigger
I don't need advice, I just need competition
My goal is to hang full of cash drippin' tissues
Free niggas, sneak dissin', fuck talking illegal
Life gettin' bigger, the picture get different
These bitches be wishing that they could come visit
But I'm getting busy
(Getting so busy)
Say that she miss me
Bitch you don't miss me

[Verse 2]
Bitch I get better
You want me broke, better get on my level
My jeans are not creased I'm ripping that skeleton
[?]
[?] I tell 'em
I'm comin' from Memphis with all my team
Smoking these herbs, I need to go back to my show
Can't see nobody, I'm rapping my tempo
Don't bother me bitch, cause I'm fucking mental
I don't take answers, fuck a bitch, don't remember
Wake up the next week, now she gone out my mental
Say that she bricked cause my lyrics are liquor
I water the beat then I take the bitch swimming
Fuck a damn car cause I'm spending no limit
My boys get away cause my sound is so simple
Gave her the dick and my money like Meek and your shit is like bitches
Trench coat with witches, nothing but just bitches
Dawg, send me your shit, I can't ever fuck wit it
Nigga let's get it, mobbing around, bitch I get it
Beating the floor like I'm out in the kitchen
But I'm just fienin', I'm outta red and white
Nigga, you fool, some 'bout it, 'bout it, chasing the Bentley
Tom and Jerry around in your kitchen
Causing an earthquakes I'm jumping like buildings
Sparing the issue, to come get you
Bitch, I want riches, villages
Tell your people
Catch a fucking dismissal

[Verse 4]
Niggas ain't really gon' feel you
Don't fuck wit trouble
Don't know can't get shit from me
Turn into running and bitch I be gone

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