F**k Xanax
Uh
Yeah
Go crazy (What)
Go stupid (What)
Go crazy (Go crazy)
Go stupid (Go crazy)
Go uh (Go crazy)
Yeah (Uh)
Yeah
It's all smooth jack
It ain't nothing but a cashapp (What)
Get ya motherf****** head tapped (Boom)
You cap don't believe that (Ha)
B**** you know I'm smoking on thraxx (What)
In the stu got my groove back
We can't match I don't do that
Aim for the racks tell my crew that
From the Nola we yell who dat (What)
At my door n**** who that? (Boom boom)
Come out that door with that f****** blat (Huh)
N***** want talk man face the facts (Facts)
Y'all can't rage like the Tazmaster
I'm in ya lungs n**** like cancer
I'm going crazy I need my ransom (What)
Don't f*** with rats I can't stand em
I send the pack and you know it's landing
We keep them tools we keep em handy (What)
I get that work like handy manny (Boom)
I get them racks don't need a Grammy
I'm getting hot b**** need to fan me (Yeah)
Ready to rage don't get me angry
Ima get rich just in these same jeans
N***** say I'm fed uh can't be
Catch you sleeping off them xannies (Boom)
We gone
Uh
Uh
Bang him (Yeah)
N***** on my d*** lately (Yeah)
I'm just tryna stand the benjis
Bad bitch she ain't friendly
N***** mad Cant f*** with me
I been stacking all this damn cheese
N***** hating f*** with me
Yeah
Uh uh
Yeah
Uh
T-A-Z-O
Yeah
Yeah
Go crazy (What)
Go stupid (What)
Go crazy (Go crazy)
Go stupid (Go crazy)
Go uh (Go crazy)
Yeah (Uh)
Yeah
It's all smooth jack
It ain't nothing but a cashapp (What)
Get ya motherf****** head tapped (Boom)
You cap don't believe that (Ha)
B**** you know I'm smoking on thraxx (What)
In the stu got my groove back
We can't match I don't do that
Aim for the racks tell my crew that
From the Nola we yell who dat (What)
At my door n**** who that? (Boom boom)
Come out that door with that f****** blat (Huh)
N***** want talk man face the facts (Facts)
Y'all can't rage like the Tazmaster
I'm in ya lungs n**** like cancer
I'm going crazy I need my ransom (What)
Don't f*** with rats I can't stand em
I send the pack and you know it's landing
We keep them tools we keep em handy (What)
I get that work like handy manny (Boom)
I get them racks don't need a Grammy
I'm getting hot b**** need to fan me (Yeah)
Ready to rage don't get me angry
Ima get rich just in these same jeans
N***** say I'm fed uh can't be
Catch you sleeping off them xannies (Boom)
We gone
Uh
Uh
Bang him (Yeah)
N***** on my d*** lately (Yeah)
I'm just tryna stand the benjis
Bad bitch she ain't friendly
N***** mad Cant f*** with me
I been stacking all this damn cheese
N***** hating f*** with me
Yeah
Uh uh
Yeah
Uh
T-A-Z-O
Yeah
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Writer(s): Amariane Washington
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