Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crazy, artist - Chris Travis. Date of issue: 17.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crazy |
| I walk in the rain, but I can’t feel the rain |
| I’ve been kicking 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 are the same |
| We really just anti, but stay in our lane |
| I don’t say no names, cause name dropping’s lame |
| I see you, I see you, but not in my way |
| 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 want them green fa ces |
| So fuck all the faces, 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 sense in you playing |
| Nigga quit playing, my shit is 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 bought 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 compositions |
| 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 |
| Bitch, I get fed up |
| 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, that what I’ll tell you |
| 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 xans, 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 card 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 |
| Walking around, bitch I’m Diddy |
| Beating the floor like I’m out in the kitchen |
| But I’m just fiendin', I’m a great white |
| Nigga, you food, some 'bout it, 'bout it, chasing the Bentley |
| I’m Tom chasin' Jerry around in your kitchen |
| Bitch, |
| Really just full of these niggas that think that they winnin' |
| Causing an earthquakes I’m jumping like buildings |
| Sparking the issue, comin' to get you |
| It’s a fucking dismissal |
| Tell your people come get you |
| Try to keep this shit as civil |
| Niggas ain’t really gon' feel you |
| Bitch, I get money |
| Don’t hang out with |
| Don’t fuck with no niggas |
| And don’t fuck with trouble |
| But trouble be comin' |
| I keep this shit hunnid |
| Y’all know why they hatin' |
| But can’t keep shit from it |
| And bitch, I be gone |