Gucci Mane and BIG30 - Shit Crazy
(Twysted Genius, baby)Wop
Han, yeah
Man, man, this shit crazy (crazy)
I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors (blrrrd, that flavor)
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 it (like ho, you gave it)
Still trappin' up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager
I see these niggas hatin', I ain't losin' sleep about it, though (no)
Members creep like TLC, .223 shells out the Jeep (blrrrd)
No one gon' take care of me the way that I take care of me (take care of me)
Get booked in front security, your bodyguard ain't scarin' me (no)
Put your friend in therapy, you know I did, he barely lived (blrrrd)
Askin' me, "Take care of it," I squash it if I pay the bill (pay the bill)
I don't play detective games they play, no, I don't play with them (play with them)
I don't free pick niggas, when I beef, I show no favoritism (no favoritism)
Lil' boy still need trainin' wheels, these army guns, not baby pistols (baby pistols)
All these folks and babies in my house, I'm like a babysitter (a babysitter)
Gucci Mane and Shiesty, twins, we bait 'em and then play the nigga (slime)
But shit get frenzy, twin F&N's, stand on ten, I raised the nigga (slatt, blrrrd)
Shootin' first, then did the verse, my bank account go crazy, nigga (let's go)
Police keep on tasin' niggas, one shot killed him, amazed the nigga (amazed the nigga)
Shiesty, that's my Dirk Nowitzki, ain't no way I'm tradin', nigga (can't trade the man)
No shade, I'm too rich to fade, he ran up, so I blazed the nigga
Man, man, this shit crazy (crazy)
I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavor (blrrrd, that flavor)
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 it (like ho, you gave it)
Still trappin' up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager
Sent your mama to snitch on me, man, these niggas some bitches (they bitches)
Makin' posts, sendin' threats and shit, where I'm from, man, they snitchin' (they snitchin')
Might jump out on your block with the semi and get to tickin' (blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
Race to you with this choppa, stand over you 'til you finished (blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
My niggas ignant, so many choppas in one car, man, look, this shit ridiculous (this shit ridiculous)
We drove fourteen hours from Memphis with dope and some Glizzys (some Glizzys)
We keep steppin' and keep on spinnin', we constantly be sendin' (we sendin')
Choppa Gang run the city
Man, man, this shit crazy (crazy)
I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavor (blrrrd, that flavor)
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 it (like ho, you gave it)
Still trappin' up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager
Written by:
Deundraeus Portis, Radric Delantic Davis, Rodney Lamont Wright Jr., Samuel Gloade
Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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