Lieu - :c / crazy lyrics
[Lieu - :c / crazy lyrics]
(Go) i making money cause I feel like it
And they say im rich im
Like boy you a psychic
We just dropped an addy and he stopped typing
And she ain't my main bitch
Like she a sidekick
And he keep speaking on me in the cord
Bitches be mad because you're a whore
You Getting your money from doing your chores
Sipping on uh- I pour me a four
I feel like I'm vaxt, we break in your door
Im off the xan and i still record
Pull up with AK by the god damn door
You hating thats the type of shit ignore
Always on vpns but fuck nord
And I buy the potion that shit from the store
You watch me glo up like a story
She say shе like me but she whoring
I say fuck that bitch uh
Causе that bitch boring
I getting money early in the morning
Now i know why you needed a warning
And Im taxin, I feel like Im duwap
Boy like i just copped a fuckin new watch
And they hit up my phone and they can't stop
If he want smoke give him cancer
And I'm making money like a rapper
Walk in the function and they think Im dapper
We about to smoke that boy
Just like a dab pen
And they like "go, go, go"
I making money cause I feel like it
And they say im rich im
Like boy you a psychic
We just dropped an addy and he stopped typing
And she ain't my main bitch
Like she a sidekick
And he keep speaking on me in the cord
Bitches be mad because you're a whore
You Getting your money from doing your chores
Sipping on uh i pour me a four
I feel like im vaxt we break in your door
Im off the xan and i still record
Pull up with AK by the god damn door
You hating thats the type of shit ignore
(Still on VPNs but fuck nord)
Ok
When i walk in the spot you know they hate me
They been tryna copy me
Because they ain't me
I been sipping on codeine it got me lazy
And that drum mag got a
Beam you call me crazy
Bussin juggs lil bro imma stay rich
Used to hate on me now they
In my dms wanting flicks
And we pulling up with sticks
Outside where he live
Boy you poor as fuck you not
Gonna make money from those licks
And you better not walk in
This neighborhood wearing those kicks
You get robbed on the spot
Where those bags is?
And i'm feeling pretty violent
I take suppressor off it
Bullets flying out his brain because
Somebody put a hit not as easy as you think
But for me it's as easy as
Pouring purple in my drink
And he thought he was so
Fye wearing fake ass ricks
Talking heavy bout my gang we finna cap him
And you not making that money
So don't talk to me
And you not making that money
So don't talk to me
Asked the quiet kid what show he
Liked he said Rick and Morty
And they say im rich im
Like boy you a psychic
We just dropped an addy and he stopped typing
And she ain't my main bitch
Like she a sidekick
And he keep speaking on me in the cord
Bitches be mad because you're a whore
You Getting your money from doing your chores
Sipping on uh- I pour me a four
I feel like I'm vaxt, we break in your door
Im off the xan and i still record
Pull up with AK by the god damn door
You hating thats the type of shit ignore
Always on vpns but fuck nord
And I buy the potion that shit from the store
You watch me glo up like a story
She say shе like me but she whoring
I say fuck that bitch uh
Causе that bitch boring
I getting money early in the morning
Now i know why you needed a warning
And Im taxin, I feel like Im duwap
Boy like i just copped a fuckin new watch
And they hit up my phone and they can't stop
If he want smoke give him cancer
And I'm making money like a rapper
Walk in the function and they think Im dapper
We about to smoke that boy
Just like a dab pen
And they like "go, go, go"
I making money cause I feel like it
And they say im rich im
Like boy you a psychic
We just dropped an addy and he stopped typing
And she ain't my main bitch
Like she a sidekick
And he keep speaking on me in the cord
Bitches be mad because you're a whore
You Getting your money from doing your chores
Sipping on uh i pour me a four
I feel like im vaxt we break in your door
Im off the xan and i still record
Pull up with AK by the god damn door
You hating thats the type of shit ignore
(Still on VPNs but fuck nord)
Ok
When i walk in the spot you know they hate me
They been tryna copy me
Because they ain't me
I been sipping on codeine it got me lazy
And that drum mag got a
Beam you call me crazy
Bussin juggs lil bro imma stay rich
Used to hate on me now they
In my dms wanting flicks
And we pulling up with sticks
Outside where he live
Boy you poor as fuck you not
Gonna make money from those licks
And you better not walk in
This neighborhood wearing those kicks
You get robbed on the spot
Where those bags is?
And i'm feeling pretty violent
I take suppressor off it
Bullets flying out his brain because
Somebody put a hit not as easy as you think
But for me it's as easy as
Pouring purple in my drink
And he thought he was so
Fye wearing fake ass ricks
Talking heavy bout my gang we finna cap him
And you not making that money
So don't talk to me
And you not making that money
So don't talk to me
Asked the quiet kid what show he
Liked he said Rick and Morty