Crazy Thoughts - Hotboii

Fan on

Hot cut the fan on

I just wanna feel how it felt when we first met

I done moved on and I ain’t thinkin' 'bout reversin'

I ran out of love, wonder can you reimburse me?

If you can fill my heart up with some love, I’d fill your purse

You rockin' with the opps and I ain’t even in a hearse yet

Test me to my heart, I ain’t gon' lie, that shit there hurt me

Thinkin' 'bout my son, gotta put you in the dirt, yes

You know he only one, I gotta be there for his birthday

Ride the foreign, but he spinnin' in a Forte

Put my four-five in her Birkin, they don’t search bae

She wanna have a lil' baby like I’m Mark James

No way, got wordplay like a board game

But no, I ain’t even got no words for nobody

If you ain’t ready for to die when we slide

Then you need to get the fuck from around

Opps opp together

Birds of an opp opp together

You ain’t heard?

One stone, two birds drop together

Either the Glock or the chop, I do not do Berettas

And if it’s pleas that he cop, I am not gon' accept them

Why he hatin' on me?

I don’t even really care

They be plottin' on me, but I ain’t goin' nowhere

I put everybody on E, but my gas tank filled

Sip lean on the road to riches, I woke up and we was there

It’s kinda hard to trust these bitches, I can’t help this how I feel

They don’t even be wantin' me for me, want me because I’m him

I know they heard I got a bag, must’ve heard I got a deal

I ain’t satisfied by where I’m at, but I’m glad I made it here

Sippin' on Belaire, I feel it help me think

I pop the top when I face the mic and I vent 'bout everything

Hotboii, I’m goin' everywhere and ain’t nowhere that I can’t

'Cause we brought that light, even all through the night

I be runnin' with the fire, know it’s me

I just wanna feel how it felt when we first met

I done moved on and I ain’t thinkin' 'bout reversin'

I ran out of love, wonder can you reimburse me?

If you can fill my heart up with some love, I’d fill your purse

You rockin' with the opps and I ain’t even in a hearse yet

Test me to my heart, I ain’t gon' lie, that shit there hurt me

Thinkin' 'bout my son, gotta put you in the dirt, yes

You know he only one, I gotta be there for his birthday

I be cuttin' up in traffic like I’m road rage

Double O baby, never know names

Double O, lil' baby