"She So Crazy" lyrics

"She So Crazy"

Yeah, huh, she so nasty, she so crazy
I can't bap, though, that's my baby
Watch that backdoor, walk in, face me
Huh, we ain't have heat in the traphouse, we used to rock out blanket
Huh, now I can pull up in Trackhawk with no shirt, just chain (JR)

Yeah, where you at, bae? Where you goin'?
Fuck a GM text, I'm tryna wake up to you in the morning (Next to me)
That's my sneaky bitch, we don't talk in public like she an informant (Yeah)
Try my best to not like your ass, but it's so hard to ignore it (It's hard)
Keep playin' in the back of my head, that shit keep goin' and goin'
Huh, I made her cum so fast, it's like I put it in sport (In sport)
Huh, she ain't pack no bags and she wanna wear my shirts (Shit irritating)
She put that water on me like I been layin' in dirt (You know?)
Yeah, huh (Uh-huh)
You ain't gotta worry 'bout nothin' (Nothin'), baby, you good long as you playin' your part (Your part)
Gotta eat or you gon' get ate, that's just the way of the shark (You hip?)
But if she do that shit while I'm drivin', I'ma put it straight up in park (Haha)
Let me pay for your car (Yeah), let me pay for your next appointment (Uh-huh)
I know I'm young, but ain't nothin' about me that's some lil'-boy shit (At all)
Huh, take these off, I'ma tryna see how good your voice is (Come here)
Need a bitch so down, I can get in a chase and run from the boys with

Yeah, huh, she so nasty, she so crazy
I can't bap, though, that's my baby
Watch that backdoor, walk in, face me (Brr)
Huh, we ain't have heat in the traphouse, we used to rock out blanket (For real)
Huh, now I can pull up in Trackhawk with no shirt, just chain

Nigga, yeah
If she knew what I knew, she would know why it's hard for to love again (It's hard)
Huh, I don't think it's nobody that I can trust again (I don't think so)
If you fuck with me, then that's still the people I'm fuckin' with
Huh, all fine shit, we up in the club and shit (Huh)
We was in the bed, but now we on the floor fuckin' up the rug and shit (Bitch)
Man, this bitch so crazy, she wanna take drugs and shit
Popped a ten, I don't even know the next time I'ma be done again (Huh)

Yeah, huh, she so nasty, she so crazy
I can't bap, though, that's my baby
Watch that back door, walk in, face me (Yeah)
Huh, we ain't have heat in the trap house, we used to rock out blanket
Huh, now I can pull up in Trackhawk with no shirt, just chain
Yeah, huh, she so nasty, she so crazy
I can't bap, though, that's my baby (I can't)
Watch that back door, walk in, face me (Brr)
Huh, we ain't have heat in the trap house, we used to rock out blanket (You know?)
Huh, now I can pull up in Trackhawk with no shirt, just chain, nigga

Yeah, huh, she so nasty, she so crazy
I can't bap, though, that's my baby
Watch that back door, walk in, face me (Brr)
We ain't have heat in the trap house, we used to rock out blanket (Bitch)
Now I can pull up in Trackhawk with no shirt, just chain
Yeah, y'all already know what the fuck goin' on, Da Realest
M Block, Striker Boys, all that shit, nigga


Writer(s): Jaco Pastorius, Jonathan Reuven Rotem, Efrem Jamaar Blackwell
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