Crazy - Intellectual

Chorus:

Pull up, crazy

I’m balling Swayze

My niggas crazy, they’ll fuck your lady

And then she lie to you

That’s real shady

These bitches, crazy

These niggas, crazy

Verse:

I’m the man, I’m the man

Green up Peter Pan

Y’all niggas lookin’

Y’all some fans

But let me slow down

‘Cause a nigga got plans

Don’t none of these niggas want hands

I’ll slow down for a nigga (i’ll slow down for a nigga)

I’ll speed up on a nigga (i’ll speed up on a nigga)

I don’t give a fuck lil nigga

I’ll T up on a nigga

Came from the bottom, made it to the top

Niggas tried to play me

Had to get the mop

Keep cleaning, man this shit non stop

Man in the corner, shot right though the opp

Mama fucking crying

Make some widows drop

Tears in his eyes

All you hеar is “pop”

Goes the weasеl

I’m playing this shit like the Beatles

Y’all niggas is hawk, dears, and bears

I’m hunting my prey like a eagle

My man got the arm like he Vick

I’m catching that shit like I’m Jackson

I’m tryna sign a bird like I’m Braxton

I know that shit hit like a back hand

But I’m

Cruising, moving, doing, things

Fucking your bitch and she kinky

Red hair like she pinky

Beat the pussy like a Twinkie

Pretty lil fucking chick

Light skin and she thick

Yeah, you know I had to hit

And after that she want a kiss

I’m from dirty Jersey, yeah we really dirty

I’ll hit a nigga, have him seeing blurry

Leave have his body cold like a fucking flurry

Yeah these niggas shooting like they Stephen Curry, damn

From the 3 line

Im so high, I’m on cloud 9

In the sky, ain’t no airline

Money green I see dollar signs, aye