*** Crazy Remix Lyrics – Gucci Mane
(Twysted Genius, baby)
Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
(What it do, 30?)
Blrrrd
‘Wop
Yeah
*** off, crazy (Crazy)
Motion in the city, movin’ *** just like the ’80s (It works)
More guns than the Navy, never wrote a statement (No)
Go check out them payments, Amiri Jean, crazy (Designer)
*** class, nothin’ basic (Basic), cookout run so facy (Packed him)
Diamonds hittin’, glacy (Ice), wide body space (Space)
Fresh up out the cat, icy gangster, got ’em hatin’ (Hatin’-ass)
***, you owe me, pay me, seen too much, I’m takin’ (Hey)
Still gon’ hop in the Wraith with that bakin’ (Yeah)
Hop out, gang done faced him, wow
Run with the member of the mafia
Reach for my chain, I pop him (Glued his ass)
Complete a whole lot of missions
Havin’ that *** was impossible (Impossible)
Thirty deep from the opps, step back, shakin’ the hollows, yeah
You was tryna get behind me, I done couldn’t even *** up
Yeah (Yeah)
Man, this *** crazy (Crazy)
I’m in Miami wit’ Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors (Like flavors)
This *** *** ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ *** on the daily
Lil’ *** say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ *** she 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 from security (‘Curity), your bodyguard ain’t scarin’ me (No)
Put your friend in therapy, you know I did it, barely live (Grrra)
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, or show no favoritism (No favoritism)
Lil’ boy still need training 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 *** (Slime)
Machine *** friends, twin F&N’s (Slatt), stand on ten, I raised the *** (Brrra)
Shootin’ first, then did the verse, my bank account go crazy, *** (Let’s go)
Police keep on tazin’ niggas, one shot ***, amazed the *** (Amazed the ***)
Shiesty, that’s my Dirk Nowitzki, ain’t no way I’m tradin’, *** (Can’t trade ’em in)
No shade, I’m too rich to fade, he ran up, so I blazed the ***
(Man)
Man, this *** crazy (Crazy)
I’m in Miami wit’ Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors (Like flavors)
This *** *** ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ *** on the daily
Lil’ *** say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ *** she gave it
Still trappin’ up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager (Yeah)
1017 hundred, they like “Mac Critter just gave it” (Gave it)
I know the opps sittin’ back, lookin’ like “That *** crazy” (Crazy)
7th Street, *** (7th Street), but I’m North Memphis, baby (Baby)
Switch’ll hit ’em, you lazy (Grrt, boom-boom)
Cut him off by a neighbor (Boom)
Still servin’ the neighbors (Neighbors)
They can’t have who I’m savin’ (Nah)
I put on that VLONE, any occasion (I’m gone)
When I’m in the ***, the whole scale like a razor (Razor)
She like “*** handin’ out like ‘Wop” (‘Wop)
Spendin’ to sit a whole night with an opp (Yeah)
All that blue money make a ho’ flop (Flop)
Flow gon’ go and that’s off top (Top)
You a ho’, just like your daddy (Popped)
Pole, Memphis know we crashin’ (Brr)
I got no motion, ain’t havin’ no action
Pretty-ass ho’, she thick, I’m smashin’ (On God)
Thick-ass ho’, on God, I’m smashin’
These niggas scared, runnin’ from that smoke
When I see the opps, I’m clashin’
Man, this *** crazy (Crazy)
I’m in Miami wit’ Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors (Like flavors)
This *** *** ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ *** on the daily
Lil’ *** say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ *** she gave it
Still trappin’ up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager
