crazy me

(swear to god. what-what the-- what the fuck?

dexter!

uh.uh.uh.uh.uh dexter! dexter!

just look in the sky and think i'm a star.)

just look in the sky and wish i'm a star

i fuck that bitch off a bar

she wanna hop in my car

she give me top in the car

wait

i might just break out her back

never lackin

ridin around with a mac

i see your asses is dat

what was that shit you was sayin on the internet?

know you ain't tuff

huh

pussy nigga you a bluff

huh

boy wassup?

draco

nigga

make your ass turn up

to launch me i fuck a little bitch you feel me

you run up on me yeah you feel it

that pack on me then we gon' sell it

i got the glock in the ziplock

i'm sippin lean till my heart stop

that pack on me now with a mailbox

the shell so hot that i'm hell hot

oo hot like the devil

i push chanel like a shovel

30 on me it don't let up

what? oo

that boy got the hiccups

but we got the set up

can't trust a bitch

boy here not to setup

oo don't let up

free all my homies tell them boys don't let up

choppa with the beam on it

i make a bitch wanna sing on it

she fuckin on me

she leaving 'cause you be funny

huh oo bye bye

you run up on me boy i swear you will die

30 on me turn that nigga to a fry

just chop on the block boy i swear i can't lie

mike on the beat so i killed it

i got them bullets you know you will feel it

oo honey i'm itchin

perc10 got my whole body itchin

oo wait a minute huh my heart be beatin huh

oo wait a minute i swear who i'm seeing

yeah peek-a-boo

bitch like duck duck goose

my 30 on me and i shoot at you

you could be a duck stuffed too

and it ain't funny

my diamond my teeth yeah it jump like a bunny

got too many lil bitches

yeah i swear they be on me

oo oo gone in the morning

huh yeah fuck her

fuck her friend too

bust her

bust it down too love em

on little bitch oo no sir

i fuck her one time and she go

sir

out the back door yeah i curse her

huh scratchin my schedule

i don't even

won't even text her

back to the schedule i keep a gun heavy metal

this boy not on my level

oo he worship the devil

yeah bitch you a hoe

run up on me yeah i swear you can't show

i sippin lean down my throat

i'm sippin lean oh go

yeah huh gone

bitch

just look in the sky and wish i'm a star

i fuck that bitch off a bar

she wanna hop in my car

she give me top in the car

wait

i might just break out her back

never lackin

ridin around with a mac

i see your asses is dat

what was that shit you was sayin on the internet?