Lyrics crazy crazy - TyFontaine

crazy crazy

Yeah, yeah
Never lookin' back, it’s deuce (Never lookin' back)
Never lookin' back, it’s deuces, dappin' up my mans
Never lookin' back, it’s deuces, dappin' up my mans (Hahahaha, Nick you’re
stupid)
Never lookin' back, it’s deuces, dappin' up my mans (Deuces)
Needed me the most, you never gon' see me again (Bye)
My only dead homies on some paper, no friends (Hey)
And if it ain’t about a bag, then it makin' no sense (Woo)
Come out the cut, say they miss you, pay 'em no mind then they gon' diss you
(Yeah)
Brodie gon' chop up the block, understand, if we got issues (Brr, brr, blaow)
Spank your lil' ass like a baby, yeah, you gon' cry, maybe need tissues (Wah)
Red dot with a bongo, got it hangin' right off of the pistol (Yeah)
We start it, we finish, Chanel briefcase, handlin' business (Woo, ayy)
Said they proud of us, the look on they face, couldn’t believe that we did it
(Proud of me)
Started swimmin' like some gators to show that we run up them digits (Ayy, yeah)
Run it up, dodgin' my opps, had to go spin 'em like fidgets (Ha, woo)
Life changin' too fast, getting real crazy, crazy (Crazy, crazy)
All these goons slime 'em out, get 'em real brazy, brazy (Slatt)
You ain’t talkin' no amounts, huh, your breath savin' (Savin')
Took what was mine, lil' nigga, huh, never waited (One more time, yeah)
Never lookin' back, it’s deuces, dappin' up my mans (Deuces)
Needed me the most, you never gon' see me again (Bye)
My only dead homies on some paper, no friends (Yeah)
And if it ain’t about a bag, then it makin' no sense (Woo)
Come out the cut, say they miss you, pay 'em no mind then they gon' diss you
(Yeah)
Brodie gon' chop up the block, understand, if we got issues (Brr, brr, blaow)
Spank your lil' ass like a baby, yeah, you gon' cry, maybe need tissues (Wah)
Red dot with a bongo, got it hangin' right off of the pistol (Yeah)