Go Crazy

[Hook]
Ridin through the city strapped up, me and my baby
Lot of fuck niggas pissed off because I made it
Real ass nigga all day, ain’t shit fugazy
But don't try to play me (Breeet) that bitch go crazy
Ridin through the city strapped up, me and my baby
Lot of fuck niggas pissed off because I made it
Real ass nigga all day, ain't shit fugazy
But don't try to play me (Breeet) that bitch go crazy

[Verse 1]
I’ve never been no fake or no fug nigga
Bitch throw a 100 only a third niggas fall with ‘em
Come let we win it, we hold shots and let the bus [?]
Got grimy niggas throwing dirt until we dust niggas
Place gone wild
We hold it down
We got shooters on the team
And bitches on the prowl
We got money on the way
This shit I’m achieving blowing loud
I got night in our pockets fuck niggas I ain’t worry about
I keep that pistol on my left
Riding through the city ayeeahhh
Thinking ‘bout the time
Is there is anyone coming with me
All about a dollar, I never let a bitch play me
Make a fug nigga take shots like he celebrating
Better stay away from that, hey shit it’s contagious
Ever bring that shit my way, you ain't goin’ make it

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[Verse 2]
Started off selling way straight out my pop’s house
On my way to the top I’ve took them out so
A lot of fuck niggas pissed off because I’m hot now
I ball like Mr. Clean but ain’t nothing to bring em up so
40 Cal on my hip, yup, that’s my favourite
Guess who I stay with, I ain’t the one to play with
I made it, they hate it, can’t take it
Yow maybe you won’t taste it, just face it
All up from the dirt
Back then couldn't wait until the first
Now I get paid for every verse
Every show every walk to even [?]
I’m the greatest i commemerge
But the fire in the church
All the [?] homie flexing
Like a swag, like a surfs
My Swag, all the bitches go bezurk
Checking on me like a clerk
I ain't flexin’ on my exs, but all them bitches hurt
I am not a shorty child, but the clips up in the purse
Pussy run up in the [?]
Get your face upon his shirt

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