"Crazy Man" lyrics

The car on the curb, hop out with the shit (ZBoy goin' crazy)
"Who this is?" "I don't know lil' dude," this nigga a jit
Haha, yeah, I'm tired

I pull up neat, park the car on the curb, hop out with the shit
"Who this is? I don't know lil' dude, that nigga a jit"
Think 'bout my bitch, pull up, hit and switch
Tap across his head, he ain't die, damn, but he still got that twitch

I thought I told you I ain't nobody to come play with
Them niggas tryna team up, they know Mula don't play that
I pull up hangin' out the car, old school Chevy (Doo, doo, doo)
Three niggas dressed up like some bitches and all of 'em got weapons
Tryna my best to be a superstar, Super Bowl ring, this bitch, it cost a lot
AP on my right wrist, the left one, we ain't gon' talk about
Took his bitch 'cause he was pillow talkin', bae, what he talkin' 'bout?
She told me, "You say you the killer and I'm the one been coppin' out"
Cool, I can take that (Cool)
I ain't braggin' 'bout no murder, nigga, I ain't laid up in no pussy, pillow talkin' fertile, nigga
Beat the pussy, then I'm gone, eat the pussy, send you home
How you eat the pussy and you couldn't beat the pussy? That's crazy

Crazy man (Crazy man, uh-huh), crazy man (I beat the pussy)
Crazy man (Uh-huh), crazy man (Yeah, I beat the pussy)
Crazy man (Crazy man, ha), crazy man (Crazy man, crazy man)
How you eat the pussy and you couldn't even beat the pussy? (Crazy man)

I was broke at first, now my pocket stuffed crust
Spent ten thousand on some Dior kicks and some Chrome Heart buffs
I don't fight, hit you up with some iron you think you tough (Doo, doo, doo)
I get shh... that's enough, get back on it, Mula, pop your shit
Her head fire, bought her Gucci Simons, Gucci hat
Gucci hmm and Gucci that, hoochie coochie, Gucci on her coochie
I can't catch no cooties, kiss her jaw, mwah, mwah, smooches
You a lowkey goofy, you a cop, nigga, you a doofy
"Bye, Sydney," you a doofy nigga, you a fuckin' rat
I just can't kick it with no nigga and talk behind they back
My pockets was flat, now they fat, look like Noah B. White (We spend shit)
Bitch had the lo' on you, my lil' bitch DoorDash you twice

Crazy man (Crazy-ass nigga), crazy man (Crazy-ass nigga)
Crazy man (He's crazy), crazy man (Crazy man, he's crazy)
Crazy man (Ha), crazy man (He's crazy)
Crazy man (Yeah, he crazy), crazy man (Damn, that's crazy)

I pull up neat, park the car on the curb, hop out with the shit
"Who this is? I don't know lil' dude, that nigga a jit"
Think 'bout my bitch, pull up, hit and switch
Tap across his head, he ain't die, damn (Damn), but he still got that twitch

Crazy man, crazy man