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Tell me if I'm crazy

(Unh Unh)
Fresh out the mud, she my little thug
Tell you how it was, said she never change til she got a buzz
She said let me hold the Beemer, Spin the block with cuz
Real name Lisa, be f*ckin with the visas
Swipin the vending machine to see if the piece on
Lisa had the Nissan, like my brother Bory
I met another bitch, be twerkin' on her story
Long story short, they both friends they both on me
And I'll never do you like that, so why you on your corny?
We pose to keep it a stack, your friends tryna be shorty for real
Tellin' you stories for real

I know that you missin' me
Now your fiends is sippin' tea
Waitin' for you to spin on me
Now they fake befriendin' me
Makin' you they enemy
And you say I'm crazy
Am I really crazy?

How you gon cheat on a nigga?
You drive me crazy
How you gon hate on my mans and listen to Stacey?
I'll make a hit out of bitches she do me crazy
I'll get my thots to pull up for tryna play me

How you gon cheat on a nigga?
You drive me crazy
How you gon hate on my mans and listen to Stacey?
I'll make a hit out of bitches she do me crazy
I'll get my thots to pull up for tryna play me

(Unh, look)
Drop top in them Porsche's, cruisin' ridin' cautious
Thought she was flossin' when I seen her but shorty lost it
I see her in my comments, she be on some nonsense
F*ck you, I thought you was a diamond had to pawn it

She made me think I Iove her cause I needed her (Hunh)
I ain't goin' back and forth, no bob and weavin' her (Nah)
Remember f*ckin' raw, I almost seeded her (Oh)
Trappin' trappin' I was spending cheese on her (Ok)
Nah f*ck that, you keep listenin' to your friends you gon regret that (Facts)
She keep blowin' up my phone and I ain't gon text her back (Brrr)
Made me think I'm crazy I ain't crazy I ain't crazy (Pewnn)

How you gon cheat on a nigga?
You drive me crazy
How you gon hate on my mans and listen to Stacey?
I'll make a hit out of bitches she do me crazy
I'll get my get my thots to pull up for tryna play me

How you gon cheat on a nigga?
You drive me crazy
How you gon hate on my mans and listen to Stacey?
I'll make a hit out of bitches she do me crazy
I'll get my thots to pull up for tryna play me for real
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Tell me if I'm crazy

(Unh Unh)
Fresh out the mud, she my little thug
Tell you how it was, said she never change til she got a buzz
She said let me hold the Beemer, Spin the block with cuz
Real name Lisa, be f*ckin with the visas
Swipin the vending machine to see if the piece on
Lisa had the Nissan, like my brother Bory
I met another bitch, be twerkin' on her story
Long story short, they both friends they both on me
And I'll never do you like that, so why you on your corny?
We pose to keep it a stack, your friends tryna be shorty for real
Tellin' you stories for real

I know that you missin' me
Now your fiends is sippin' tea
Waitin' for you to spin on me
Now they fake befriendin' me
Makin' you they enemy
And you say I'm crazy
Am I really crazy?

How you gon cheat on a nigga?
You drive me crazy
How you gon hate on my mans and listen to Stacey?
I'll make a hit out of bitches she do me crazy
I'll get my thots to pull up for tryna play me

How you gon cheat on a nigga?
You drive me crazy
How you gon hate on my mans and listen to Stacey?
I'll make a hit out of bitches she do me crazy
I'll get my thots to pull up for tryna play me

(Unh, look)
Drop top in them Porsche's, cruisin' ridin' cautious
Thought she was flossin' when I seen her but shorty lost it
I see her in my comments, she be on some nonsense
F*ck you, I thought you was a diamond had to pawn it

She made me think I Iove her cause I needed her (Hunh)
I ain't goin' back and forth, no bob and weavin' her (Nah)
Remember f*ckin' raw, I almost seeded her (Oh)
Trappin' trappin' I was spending cheese on her (Ok)
Nah f*ck that, you keep listenin' to your friends you gon regret that (Facts)
She keep blowin' up my phone and I ain't gon text her back (Brrr)
Made me think I'm crazy I ain't crazy I ain't crazy (Pewnn)

How you gon cheat on a nigga?
You drive me crazy
How you gon hate on my mans and listen to Stacey?
I'll make a hit out of bitches she do me crazy
I'll get my get my thots to pull up for tryna play me

How you gon cheat on a nigga?
You drive me crazy
How you gon hate on my mans and listen to Stacey?
I'll make a hit out of bitches she do me crazy
I'll get my thots to pull up for tryna play me for real
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Writer: Anthony Blagmon, Antoinne Blagmon
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