Go Crazy (feat. Dre Eason & One Eleven)

The champ is here

Uh
They think they know me, when they really don't
Tryin' to check me, and you fuck around and get exposed
And I mean exposed, I'm in a different mode
X and O, X's over eyes, my third eye is open
And too be Frank, I got flow like Ocean
Not suppose to be posed with posers
Not suppose to negotiate when they owe you
Usher, let it burn like a toaster, they just wanna hold you
Back like a holster, maccin' my old chick
I'm back with explosives, business is boomin'
Everything is gucci but, I'm more like Metro Boomin
Treat it like the news, every tweet I got 'em tuned in
Like I'm Tunechi but, I'm Drizzle like when its rain
I feel like Method Man, tongue over the razor blade
I came to bring the pain, I crush it like candy cane
Like frequencies vibrate, I ridin' my own wave
That's a bit of a reach
But, my styles you unique, I mean, can't you see?
Like you with no me, it would be incomplete
R.I.P. to the beat, I'mma beast with no leash
Your a king of the freaks when I'm peepin' physics
I like my woman, dirty, and I love my whiskey, neat
All this green on my I feel like Celtics Pistol Pete
??? is 33 and I'm more like 23

Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy (go crazy, go crazy)
Go crazy (go crazy, go crazy)

Eatin' good on my plate (yea yea)
With a model, runway (my way, my way) (oh yea)
Loui' bags, my way (Loui' bags, Loui' bags) (my bag, my bag)
Run these bands my way (my way, my way) (Loui' bag filled with cash)
Smokin' good K.K. (Kim K, Kim K.)
My bitch bad, Kim K (got cake, got cake)
Shawty freaky, foreplay (foreplay, foreplay)
Say you love her? No way? (no way? no way?)
Say, nigga, I just rolled I just pulled up (bitch)
My diamonds shinin', take a picture, get a close up (bitch)
Gettin' all this cash, stackin' paper like grown-up (bitch)
Smokin' on the kush and you can smell the fuckin' odor (flex)
Young nigga flexin', now, I'm rollin' in a Rover
Boy I'm Lowkey, I'm takin' off, I'm takin' over (flex)
Boy, I took your bitch, do the splits, she hittin' yoga (on your bitch) (wet)
Boy, I took your bitch, she do the splits like hittin' yoga

Go crazy
Go crazy (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) (yea, yea,yea,yea)
Go crazy (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) (yea, yea,yea,yea)
Go crazy (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) (yea, yea,yea,yea)
Go crazy (got your bitch) (yea, yea,yea,yea)
Go crazy (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) (yea, yea,yea,yea)
Go crazy (yea, yea,yea,yea)
Go crazy (yea, yea,yea,yea) (yea, Champ)

Who you know, colder than Christo? Riddle me that
Young nigga stay on go mode, never relax (nah)
I'm gettin' my cash (yup), I like bitches ass (yup)
Pretty bitches be boujee but, I ain't hittin' 'em back
Like woah
Pick up, drop it down to the floor
Drop it like it hot, hot potato
Smokin' on the strong, on the swole
Man, all these hoes on my rhino
But, I got the heart of a lion, and stop with the lyin'
'Cause, I am the truth
A nigga got mo'fuckin' Dre in the booth
And I got fuckin' Lowkey in here too
Check how I walk got sauce, Ragu
Shawty got curves like a damn cashew
But, I lose track every time that ass move
But, she gon' bring it back, 'cause she know I'm that dude

Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy