Go Crazy

Got a stick in the booth with me (why not?)
I just put one in the head for real too (yeah)
RIP dicks, you gon' live through some babies now (real life), yeah

I just bought a stick, bitch, I'm living like that (living like you ain't, nigga)
Nigga at me on the gram, I ain't write back (I really, really ain't, nigga)
'Cause if I smoke 'em, I'm gon' be the one the feds snatch (damn)
Put that Fondu on your head and they gon' bring your head back (bring it back, man)
Rat-a-tat, fuck a rat, everybody dying (everybody dying)
We got all kinda iron, bitch, you must be out of your mind (yeah, you gotta be)
If you think you gon' survive, 7.62s? (62s)
That's them long hard bitches that'll go through (that'll go through)

Windpipe (windpipe), and neck bones (neck bones), get you stepped on better get a Teflon (bitch, you better get a Teflon)
Pussy I ain't repped on (repped on), nobody that ain't mine nigga (that ain't mine)
I'm purple baby, everybody slangin' iron, nigga (we got that iron nigga)
Spider gang (Spider gang), don't get caught up in the web, bitch (bitch)
Y'all the main niggas telling 12 shit (y'all need a break)
Baby choppa 30 rounds, left like 12 hit (rah-tah-tah)
Catch you at Bayou Classic, leave you dead on canal, bitch (leave you dead on canal bitch) (bitch)
Go crazy (go crazy), bitch, my lil' niggas shady (niggas shady)

Name a clique that got more bodies than that label (than that label)
Riding with them glizzy's with no safties (ain't got no safties)
Hit 'em 50 times before he hit the pavement (rah-bah-bah) (bitch) (bah-bah)
And we ain't tryna avoid shit (aww, aww)
We got them choppas, that Osama went to war with (bah, bah)
Ain't no limit, but I hop in camouflage, bitch (fuck 'em nigga)
I keep that Dezi, 'cause it like to rip apart shit (tear you apart)
Like BOOYAH (BOOYAH), bitch who fuckin' with lil' Luwhop (BOOYAH, BOOYAH)

Give him the whole 50 'fore he get to let off two shots (yeah)
Catch him in his reap, do him like 2Pac
Told 'em they gotta bring that nigga head in a shoebox
I'm dying to watch a nigga get tortured (tortured)
Might let lil' Tayda extort you (Tayda)
Ending of August, we gon' July 4th, yeah, like BOOYAH (BOOYAH, BOOYAH)
Bullets go through you, I got blood on my gold robe (bitch, come here)
Assassination rifle they hit JF with the same scope

Brain smoke, turn a nigga fitted to a Kango (to a Kango)
I go where they can't go (can't go), up it and let that go (like bah-bah-bah)
Brand new mini Draco, I can't wait to let it bang though (like bah-bah-bah)
Sing like Jhene Aiko, I hit you, sing the same note (sing the same note)

Go ape, add a body to the murder rate (body to the murder rate)
Them four-four shots go through your face, and park your ass like Krazy K (rah-pah-pah-pah), yeah
Add a body to the murder rate (yeah)
Hit them pussy niggas block with no licence plate (bitch), yeah
Go add a body (add a body, add a body) to the murder rate (to the murder rate)
Hit them pussy niggas block jump out with a k (bitch)
Go add a body to the murder rate (murder rate)
Hit them pussy niggas block jump out with a k (yeah nigga)

Spider gang, nigga, we mean this shit, nigga (go crazy)
RIP TEC, so sad my nigga (fuck, that nigga dead, pick the body up)
You know, we're going out like that, nigga (yeah)
We gon' have to stop a nigga (go crazy)
'Cause I'ma stop Lil P (fuck it, you'll be a dead, pick that body up)
Ain't playing about this, motherfucker shit, nigga (yeah) (go crazy)
You know, you bitch ass niggas on ££ (fuck 'em, you'll be dead, pick that body up)

Y'all tryna put a share on a nigga's babies, man
We gon' stop one of you bitches though (fuck 'em, he'll be dead, pick that body up)
That's on my mama, bitch (yeah)
Bitch, I swear to God
Daily, we in the block and let this bitch on
Play you, like you suit that shit up (you like baby?)
Yeah (ha-ha-ha), yeah



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Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Frank Donnell Hill Jr
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