*** Crazy Lyrics – Gucci Mane
Twysted Genius, baby
Get back, get back
Yeah (Wop)
Ha, yeah
Ha
Man, this *** crazy
I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This *** *** ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ *** on the daily
Lil’ *** say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ *** she gazin’
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 bills
I don’t plan to take his gang to 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 ***
But *** get frenzy, twin F&N’s, stand on ten, I raised the ***
Shootin’ first, then did the verse, my bank account go crazy, ***
Police keep on tasin’ niggas, one shot killed him, matched the ***
Shiesty, that’s my dawg, no [?], ain’t no way I’m tradin’, ***
No shade, I’m too rich to fade, he ran up, so I blazed the ***
Man, this *** crazy
I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This *** *** ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ *** on the daily
Lil’ *** say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ *** she gazin’
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 ***
Makin’ posts, sendin’ threats and ***, 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 icky, so many choppas in one car, man, look, this *** ridiculous
We drove fourteen hours from Memphis with *** and some Glizzies
We keep steppin’ and keep on spinnin’, we constantly be sendin’
Choppa Gang run the city
Man, this *** crazy
I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This *** *** ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ *** on the daily
Lil’ *** say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ *** she gazin’
Still trappin’ up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages
