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CRZY
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CRZY was released on September 19, 2025 by Kiss Print Music Group as a part of the album RADIOKILLA - EP
ReleasedSeptember 19, 2025
LabelKiss Print Music Group
LanguageEnglish
BPM
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

*(Confession)*
*(I have something to tell you.)*
I want my opps dead.
I need my bitch bad.
I'm on my sixth year —
More like my sixth bag.
More like my fifth car,
I mean, my tenth — my bad.
I'm going *(crazy).*
Behind the tint, she going *(crazy).*
I had to honk the horn *(crazy).*
We ain't make it home — I had to park the foreign.
Shawty heard the engine, said it turned her on *(crazy).*
If you thinking she coming home...
Shawty said, "I'm here," and then I'm always gone.
If I'm on the road, I'ma hit yo phone *(crazy).*
If I don't, then leave me alone — I'm a–
Top shot, riding in a Rolls Royce.
I love it when you talk in that hoe voice *(crazy).*
Wait, didn't you use to talk to my homeboy *(crazy).*
Shawty said she live right around the way *(crazy).*
Told her if she lyin’, that was her own choice *(crazy).*
Tell me where you going when I'm out the city *(crazy).*
Fuck all of these diamonds — is you rocking wit me? *(crazy).*
No Sopranos, but she mobbin’ wit me *(crazy).*
Made that ass jump, shawty ollie with me *(crazy).*
I love it when you talk in that hoe voice *(crazy).*
Wait, didn't you use to talk to my homeboys *(crazy).*
Shawty said she live right around the way *(crazy).*
Told her if she lyin’, that was her own choice *(crazy).*
Tell me where you going when I'm out the city *(crazy).*
Fuck all of these diamonds — is you rocking wit me? *(crazy).*
No Sopranos, but she mobbin’ wit me *(crazy).*
Made that ass jump, shawty ollie with me.
*(Jump, jump)*
Shawty, get this cash off me.
You love it when I'm here — come get this bag off me.
Brand new package came in — come get this swag off me.
One more shot, but this my last one.
Shawty want a good guy — I'm a bad one.
Influenced for the fast cash,
I live my lifestyle on camera.
But these diamonds don't need no flash.
Bag it up and get a handful.
Shawty bad — she a handful.
Said she got a man *(ooh),*
But I'm not finna chase *(you).*
Sorry 'bout distractions — my neck going crazy.
She said she love me, but I ain't her baby.
Slim thick, ass going dummy head crazy.
Tell me if you like the new Mercedes.
S550, double M on engraving.
She said she want the one with the black seats.
I told her if I fuck you in the backseat,
I told you I could've copped you in last week.
She told me she in love, but it ain't lasting.
She told me she don’t want Nobu 'cause she fasting.
I asked her why, she said she doing a casting.
"What's your name?" I'm just asking.
She ain't answer, but the hoe got to bragging *(hol' on).*
Wait, don't I know you from somewhere? *(wait, hol' on).*
Wait, don't I know you from somewhere? *(why you acting?)*
She said she don't know the boy — but she capping.
Now her lies overlapping — I know *(crazy).*
Top shot, riding in a Rolls Royce.
I love it when you talk in that hoe voice *(crazy).*
Wait, didn't you use to talk to my homeboy *(crazy).*
Shawty said she live right around the way *(crazy).*
Told her if she lyin’, that was her own choice *(crazy).*
Tell me where you going when I'm out the city *(crazy).*
Fuck all of these diamonds — is you rocking wit me? *(crazy).*
No Sopranos, but she mobbin’ wit me *(crazy).*
Made that ass jump, shawty ollie with me *(crazy).*
I love it when you talk in that hoe voice *(crazy).*
Wait, didn't you use to talk to my homeboys *(crazy).*
Shawty said she live right around the way *(crazy).*
Told her if she lyin’, that was her own choice *(crazy).*
Tell me where you going when I'm out the city *(hey, hey).*
All my chains on — is you rocking wit me *(hey, hey).*
All my diamonds on, and I'm shining.
Fuck that — I came in this bitch, perfect timing.
Glasses on, wit my shades in this bitch.
Where the hater at? I fade in this bitch.
Cascade, rolling blades in this bitch.
Tell me something — you gon lay in this bitch if you
Disrespect the gang on some opp shit.
TOF strap him to the body of a rocket.
Gun ship his whole family, then count some profit.
Fuck that — front page, put him as the topic.
Hop in something fast, black gothic.
Interior white like I pulled out my pocket.
Written by: Za'won Handy
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