Crazy Thoughts

Hot cut the

Fan on (Beat through this, G5)

I said Hot cut the (Yo, Knock, this what I'm talkin' 'bout)

Fan on

Hot cut the fan on

I just wanna feel how it felt when we first met

I done moved on and I ain't thinkin' 'bout reversin'

I ran out of love, wonder can you reimburse me?

If you can fill my heart up with some love, I'd fill your purse

You rockin' with the opps and I ain't even in a hearse yet

Test me to my heart, I ain't gon' lie, that shit there hurt me

Thinkin' 'bout my son, gotta put you in the dirt, yes

You know he only one, I gotta be there for his birthday

Ride thе foreign, but he spinnin' in a Forte

Put my four-fivе in her Birkin, they don't search bae

She wanna have a lil' baby like I'm Mark James

No way, got wordplay like a board game

But no, I ain't even got no words for nobody

If you ain't ready for to die when we slide

Then you need to get the **** from around

Opps opp together

Birds of an opp opp together

You ain't heard? One stone, two birds drop together

Either the Glock or the chop, I do not do Berettas

And if it's pleas that he cop, I am not gon' accept them

Why he hatin' on me? I don't even really care

They be plottin' on me, but I ain't goin' nowhere

I put everybody on E, but my gas tank filled

Sip lean on the road to riches, I woke up and we was there

It's kinda hard to trust these bitches, I can't help this how I feel

They don't even be wantin' me for me, want me because I'm him

I know they heard I got a bag, must've heard I got a deal

I ain't satisfied by where I'm at, but I'm glad I made it here

Sippin' on Belaire, I feel it help me think

I pop the top when I face the mic and I vent 'bout everything

Hotboii, I'm goin' everywhere and ain't nowhere that I can't

'Cause we brought that light, even all through the night

I be runnin' with the fire, know it's me

I just wanna feel how it felt when we first met

I done moved on and I ain't thinkin' 'bout reversin'

I ran out of love, wonder can you reimburse me?

If you can fill my heart up with some love, I'd fill your purse

You rockin' with the opps and I ain't even in a hearse yet

Test me to my heart, I ain't gon' lie, that shit there hurt me

Thinkin' 'bout my son, gotta put you in the dirt, yes

You know he only one, I gotta be there for his birthday

I be cuttin' up in traffic like I'm road rage

Double O baby, never know names

Double O, lil' baby