Shit Crazy (feat. BIG30)

歌詞

Twysted Genius, baby Get back, get back Yeah (Wop) Ha, yeah Ha Man, this shit crazy I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors This murder shit ain't nothin' to me, whackin' shit on the daily Lil' bitch say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gave me Still trappin' up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages I see these niggas hatin', I ain't losin' sleep about it, though Members creep like TLC, .223 shells out the Jeep No one gon' take care of me the way that I take care of me Get booked in from security, your bodyguard ain't scarin' me Put your friend in therapy, you know I did it, barely live Askin' me, "Take care of it," I squash it if I pay the bill I don't play detective games, they play, no, I don't play with them I don't freepick niggas, when I beef, I show no favoritism Lil' boy still need training wheels, these army guns, not baby pistols All these folks and babies in my house, I'm like a babysitter Gucci Mane, it's Shiesty, twins, we bait 'em and then play the nigga But shit get frenzy, twin F&N's, stand on ten, I raised the nigga Shootin' first, then did the verse, my bank account go crazy, nigga Police keep on tasin' niggas, one shot killed him, matched the nigga Shiesty, that's my Dirk Nowitzki, ain't no way I'm tradin', nigga No shade, I'm too rich to fade, he ran up, so I blazed the nigga Man, this shit crazy I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors This murder shit ain't nothin' to me, whackin' shit on the daily Lil' bitch say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gave me Still trappin' up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages Sent your mama to snitch on me, man, these niggas some bitches Makin' posts, sendin' threats and shit, where I'm from, man, it's snitchin' Might jump out on your block with the semi and get to tickin' Race to you with this choppa, stand over you 'til you finished My niggas ig'nant, so many choppas in one car, man, look, this shit ridiculous We drove fourteen hours from Memphis with dope and some Glizzies We keep steppin' and keep on spinnin', we constantly be sendin' Choppa Gang run the city Man, this shit crazy I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors This murder shit ain't nothin' to me, whackin' shit on the daily Lil' bitch say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gave me Still trappin' up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages