Shit Crazy (feat. BIG30)
[Intro: BIG30 & Gucci Mane]
(Twysted Genius, baby)
(What it do, 30?)
Blrrrd
(What it do, 30?)
(Wop)
Huh
Yeah
Man
[Chorus: BIG30]
Man, this shit crazy (Crazy)
Im in Miami wit Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors (Like flavors)
This murder shit aint nothin to me, whackin shit on the daily
Lil bitch say she aint heard of me (Man, who you?), told the lil bitch she gave it
Still trappin up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane & BIG30]
I see these niggas hatin, I aint 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 aint 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 dont play detective games, they play, no, I dont play with them (Play with them)
I dont 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, Im like a babysitter (A babysitter)
Gucci Mane, its shiesty twins, we bait em and then play the nigga (Slime)
Machine gun frenzy, twin F&Ns (Slatt), stand on ten, I raised the nigga (Brrra)
Shootin' first, then did the verse, my bank account go crazy, nigga (Lets go)
Police keep on tazin niggas, one shot kill, amazed the nigga (Amazed the nigga)
Shiesty, thats my Dirk Nowitzki, aint no way Im tradin, nigga (Cant trade em in)
No shade, Im too rich to fade, he ran up, so I blazed the nigga
(Man)
[Chorus: BIG30]
Man, this shit crazy (Crazy)
Im in Miami wit Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors (Like flavors)
This murder shit aint nothin to me, whackin shit on the daily
Lil bitch say she aint heard of me (Man, who you?), told the lil bitch she gave it
Still trappin up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager
[Verse 2: BIG30]
Sent your mama to snitch on me, man, these niggas some bitches (They bitches)
Makin posts, sendin threats and shit, where Im from, man, thats snitchin (They snitchin)
Might jump out on your block with the semi and get to tickin (Brrra, brrra)
Race to you with this choppa, stand over you til you finished
My niggas ignant (They ignant), so many choppas in one car, man, look, this shit ridiculous (This shit ridiculous)
We drove fourteen hours from Memphis (From Memphis) with dope and some Glizzies (Some Glizzies)
We keep steppin and keep on spinnin, we constantly be sinnin (Sinnin)
Choppa Gang run the city
Man
[Chorus: BIG30]
Man, this shit crazy (Crazy)
Im in Miami wit Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors (Like flavors)
This murder shit aint nothin to me, whackin shit on the daily
Lil bitch say she aint heard of me (Man, who you?), told the lil bitch she gave it
Still trappin up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager