Crazy Man ft. Kali Lyrics

Yeah

Rich Nani

Mmm hmm

Mmm hmmm, mmm hmm

Give a fuck if you in my city, crazy, man

You's a lame, you's a goofy, you's a fan

Fly me out in the tropics, get a tan

We in Sak's, leaving Lenox, spend some bands

Bitch, I'm gone, tell him to catch me if he can

He a groupie, make him pay for all my friends

The way he paying think I got an Only Fans

Ain't even fucked, got him wrapped around my hand

Fake earring these niggas so green

He say I'm too much, I'm like what you mean

He sayin he P, we on the same team

Call me the drug, that nigga a fiend

He lucky as fuck, I ain't leave him on seen

He sayin' I cuff, it must be a dream

That nigga messed up, he gotta redeem

That nigga a duck, he think he a king

He think he the man, but he not, though

I'm havin' that cheese like nachos

You ain't even know it like Rocco

All my bitches pretty, Lo flocko

Eatin' hoes up, put him in a taco

Everything big, like I'm at Costco

He the shooter, but I call the shots, though

Make him sang to the pussy, like Ralo

Give a fuck if you in my city, crazy, man

You's a lame, you's a goofy, you's a fan

Fly me out in the tropics, get a tan

We in Sak's, leaving Lenox, spend some bands

Bitch, I'm gone, tell him to catch me if he can

He a groupie, make him pay for all my friends

The way he paying think I got an Only Fans

Ain't even fucked, got him wrapped around my hand

Kaliii

Nigga hoe and I love it

Love a nigga that know I ain't cuffin'

He kinda crazy, I know he might up it

Glock with extensions, it sound like a trumpet

He gone go broke fore I ever fuck him

That heart gone break fore I love him

Don't give a fuck if you up in my city

Atl hoe, yeah the tricks hella tricky

Yeah, yeah

Spend like 50 on the neck, cause the nigga ain't did shit

Bitches can't do shit without dick, RBU been rich

We been up

Bitches wanna get spiteful, I'll show you yo nigga don't like you

Niggas wanna act triflin', I'll show you bitches act just like you

Crazy Man

Give a fuck if you in my city, crazy, man

You's a lame, you's a goofy, you's a fan

Fly me out in the tropics, get a tan

We in Sak's, leaving Lenox, spend some bands

Bitch, I'm gone, tell him to catch me if he can

He a groupie, make him pay for all my friends

The way he paying think I got an Only Fans

Ain't even fucked, got him wrapped around my hand

And do

And do

And do