:c / crazy

Part I

[Chorus: :c]
(Go)
I making money 'cause I feel like it
And they say I'm rich, I'm 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
I'm off the Xan' and I still record
Pull up with AK by the goddamn door
You hating, that's the type of shit ignore

[Verse]
Always on VPNs, but fuck Nord
And I buy the potion, that shit from the store
You watch me glow 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 I'm taxin', I feel like I'm 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 I'm dapper
We about to smoke that boy just like a dab pen
And they like, "Go, go, go"

[Chorus]
I making money 'cause I feel like it
And they say I'm rich, I'm 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
I'm off the Xan' and I still record
Pull up with AK by the goddamn door
You hating, that's the type of shit ignore

(Always on VPNs, but fuck Nord)
Okay

Part II

[Verse: crazy]

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, I'ma 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

[Outro: girl video]
Asked the quiet kid what show he liked, he said, "Rick and Morty"