YFN Lucci - sh** Crazy lyrics

[Intro:] Zay told him All i could tell ya Ya hear me[?] [Chorus:] sh** crazy I'm thinking about my bae sh** crazy Whole team crazy sh** crazy Gotta keep that strap on you sh** crazy yeah yeah I crazy Missing me in this door Spin your a** no Tony Parker sh** crazy Up and down my side of town sh** so crazy to the point you gotta watch around [Verse 1:] sh** so crazy on my side n*gga Homicide after homicide n*gga We don't get identified n*gga You ain't no real n*gga you testify n*gga (hell no) I hope you got yours I keep mine n*gga This ain't no 9 it's for 40 what more than nine in em' I ain't lying in school these n*ggas lying to them No I got some big homies we got it flying to them We was in the jungle we ain't longer Whole lot of marijuana by the bundle Catch a plane praying that I never fumble Swear sh**'s gonna get crazy n*gga play this on my mama [Chorus] [Verse 2:] I is crazy to the point you gotta watch around That's why I only keep a few n*ggas around me round Yeah I know plenty folk but that don't mean they friends with me I don't regret I had to shoot a penitentiary It's a real n*gga gettin bread in penitentiaries It's a real b**h you gettin that bread through penitentiaries sh**'s between trading red they got like a 30 now with an L on it What can I tell homies I got some younguns in the country I ain't no bill for them No crock admit there ain't no bill for them Ain't even gotta do work these n*ggas gonna tell for it Free my n*gga from the chain gang And his cousin n*gga tell on me [Chorus]