Crazy Talk Lyrics

Attention, flight 605 to Tokyo is ready for departure

Yeah

Burning rubber on the streets, sounding like a beast, like strobing through

PLMD Avenue, that's on the new, that's the CAR crew

Goofy maneuvers murdering my set

This industry wants many artists in debt

I got a jet and it make bitches wet

How many bitches got wet off this jet

All of these rappers behind me spills

Please don't play that boy it makes me ew

Time running out so you running a thrill

You wouldn't make it on top of a hill

I don't have time to be popping them pills

Please give me time so I can buy them pills

High in the air talking eagles from Phil, I don't have change, I have hundred bills

Drive in a dome when we empty the bank

I'm by myself when I fill up the tank

I'm in my zone when I'm smoking the dank

Tell me I'm wrong like who tell me I can't

This album heat like I made bitches faint

Framing on me, I mean what was you thinking

Blame it on me, I mean what was you drinking

Call me an artist, she dripping white paint, yeah

They tell me they loving the way that I rhyme

I started when I was ten, but I'm still on 10s, I'm guessing Kid Drew on his prime

We started coming as friends and that got intense, I'm guessing Kid Drew on his slime

Yeah, yeah

I cannot confess the things I've done

I've been on some shit for fun

You can't stop Kid Drew on ten

I'm already going in

Look, I don't really like the past, I don't look back, blowing up her back

Uh, you a fool, you some trash

I don't really mind taking out the trash, uh

Y'all can't fuck the scheme up, we've been getting down in the lap

Uh, I'ma get the whole team up, make the money then double the bag

Burning rubber on the streets, sounding like a beast, like strobing through

PLMD Avenue, that's on the new, that's the CAR crew

Goofy maneuvers murdering my set

This industry wants many artists in debt

I got a jet and it make bitches wet

How many bitches got wet off this jet

All of these rappers behind me spills

Please don't play that boy it makes me ew

Time running out so you running a thrill

You wouldn't make it on top of a hill

I don't have time to be popping them pills

Please give me time so I can buy them pills

High in the air talking eagles from Phil, I don't have change, I have hundred bills

Drive in a dome when we empty the bank

I'm by myself when I fill up the tank

I'm in my zone when I'm smoking the dank

Tell me I'm wrong like who tell me I can't

This album heat like I made bitches faint

Framing on me, I mean what was you thinking

Blame it on me, I mean what was you drinking

Call me an artist, she dripping white paint

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah