Crazy ft. Jv Lyrics

You blow up my phone

Won't leave me alone

So can't sleep when it's night time

You come to my home

But I tell you go

Don't really wanna do the face time

You wanna say goals

But you on the pole

So I just leave you on the sidelines

You go where you go

They call you a hoe

That's what l'm hearing through the grapevine

I move too tact

That ass is fat

I don't care

You won't belittle me

You put on a show

You ride like a pro

But you won't be having my miny me

Are you dumb

Are you kidding me

Tryna play but I'm not a symphony

Not got lie you blowing my top

The same way Lee Harvey did to Kennedy

Three months to decide

Well I decided ima be outside

Say you have my baby

Well im telling the bros you're crazy

Not answering my calls

Chilling at malls

You been acting real shady

Don't know how to act

But you want me back

You better go ask Amy

With the j in the front

But I know you gon front

Say I'm the guy that you want

But you won't respond

So I'm rolling up blunts

It's been a few months

So I gotta stunt

Kicking out outta my life

So far away like I'm doing a punt

Lola said don't play with it

Ice just keep shaking shit

Still would've been here by my side

If you and go try to play the kid

You know I'm always on my grind

Like rob im one of a kind

I make songs

And you're the topic

Don't mean you been on my mind

You blow up my phone

Won't leave me alone

So can't sleep when it's night time

You come to my

But I tell you go

Don't really wanna do the face time

You wanna say goals

But you on the pole

So I just leave you on the sideline

You go where you go

They call you a hoe

That's what l'm hearing through the grapevine

Blowing her spine now she blowing my phone

Don't got the time I been getting this dough

Said she expected to come in my home

Said well I guess don't expect that from me

Lets run it back ain't no rush we can smoke

Find us cloud 9 if you start on a low

One of her hobbies was sliding down poles

Said that you got all that ass better throw

You better know

Im never cold 4000 degrees

Yes yes

They know that means

Been cooking this shit

Got the rice and the beans (Hot)

Slim thick out the jeans

She on my body I'm feeling the seams

Jv ahead of the whole fucking crowd

They call it vulgar I'm switching the sound

I got the bars stocked up like Im vending they're tapping their phones Ima drop this shit now

Block out the noise

Keeping my poise

Any threat coming finna get a re route

Im ahead of you

If Im not then brodie will get to you (Art)

If you bold off the liquor we'll center you

His old lady still calling my phone

Said leave me alone

She like I'm upset with you

And that's cool

Damn