Crazy Story Lyrics

Let me tell you bout this time

I was moving loose

I mix the henny with the henny

Call it apple juice

Lots of gyal in the party

Now it's time to choose

Then I took her to the bar

Now I'm buying booze

I met this girl she

She was 30

I'm like 30 too

What your name

Baby girl you look bad in blue

Left the party

And you bad

Now I'm picking you

I had a dream

You were there

Call it deja vu

She said she from out of town

I said me too

She said she wan catch a vibe

She said mee too

She say she gon wrestle me

Imma beat you

Damn you look edible

Baby I'm gone eat you

Now we pulling up to her yard

It's like five away

I'm staring at her butt

That's that's uhhh

That five a day

Bae I'm kinda drunk

Be the guide

Can you lead the way

Shawty kinda slim

But it's cool I like Coi Leray

Now we wrestling

I started hitting raw

Wrestle smackdown

We fucking up the floor

Talking shiii

Now I'm filling up her jaw

Coochie A1

She dripping on the floor

Bout to blow up

Bout to blow up

Her coochie soaking

Her coochie soaking

She really moaning

She Really moaning

Her eyes are rolling

Her eyes are rolling

Told her pop a plan b

And a juice it taste like candy

Calling me her dear

Baby I'm not bambi

Asking me to lick her

Baby this not brandy

She said she loves my hands

A nigga really handy

Is it crazy

That I told a random chick

I love her

I was lying I was laying

Lying in the cover

Now I'm on the block

Working round the clock

Just seen a missed call

Put my phone on lock

I put my phone of dnd

She messaged me a lot

She saying that she pregnant

You must have lost the plot

Call your other niggas

I know your a thot

The way that she crying

I can see the snot

Look

I've been running from this girl

Like it's leg day

I've been rolling

Like a Segway

She wanted pasta

I didn't have a penné

If she hungry

Put dick up in her belley

She said Christian

Simma imma keep it

It's a baby

Are you dumb

Can you deep it

I'm the man

Listen when I'm speaking

I did lie

I'm 20 that's the reason

Clock the play and the plot

It gets thicker

We start to shout start to fight

We really bicker

I'm seeing red

Moving loose of the liquor

If she don't take me in

Like the shoes I'mma kick her