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Go Crazy (feat. Dre Eason & One Eleven)
by Christo Amp
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The champ is here
Uh
They think they know me, when they really don't
Tryna check me, and you fuck around and get exposed
And I mean exposed, I'm in a different mode
X and O, X's over eyes, my third eye is open
And too be Frank, I got flow like Ocean
Not suppose to be posed with posers
Not suppose to negotiate when they owe ya
Usher, let it burn like a toaster, they just wanna hold ya
Back like a holster, maccin' my old chick
I'm back with explosives, business is boomin'
Everything is Gucci but, I'm more like Metro Booming
Treat it like the news, every tweet I got 'em tuned in
Like I'm Tunechi but I'm Drizzle like when its rain
I feel like Method Man, tongue over the razor blade
I came to bring the pain, I crush it like candy cane
Like frequencies vibrate, I riding my own wave
That's a bit of a reach
But, my styles you unique, I mean, can't you see?
Like you with no me, it would be incomplete
R.I.P. to the beat, I'ma beast with no leash
Your a king of the freaks when I'm peeping physics
I like my woman, dirty, and I love my whiskey, neat
All this green on my I feel like Celtics Pistol Pete
Is 33 and I'm more like 23
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy (go crazy, go crazy)
Go crazy (go crazy, go crazy)
Eating good on my plate (yea yea)
With a model, runway (my way, my way) (oh yea)
Loui bags, my way (Loui bags, Loui bags) (my bag, my bag)
Run these bands my way (my way, my way) (Loui bag filled with cash)
Smoking good K.K. (Kim K, Kim K.)
My bitch bad, Kim K (got cake, got cake)
Shawty freaky, foreplay (foreplay, foreplay)
Say you love her? No way? (no way? no way?)
Say, nigga, I just rolled I just pulled up (bitch)
My diamonds shining, take a picture, get a close up (bitch)
Getting all this cash, stacking paper like grown-up (bitch)
Smoking on the Kush and you can smell the fuckin' odor (flex)
Young nigga flexing, now, I'm rolling in a Rover
Boy I'm Lowkey, I'm takin' off, I'm takin' over (flex)
Boy, I took your bitch, do the splits, she hitting yoga (on your bitch) (wet)
Boy, I took your bitch, she do the splits like hitting yoga
Go crazy
Go crazy (hold up, hold up, hold up) (yea, yea ,yea ,yea)
Go crazy (hold up, hold up, hold up) (yea, yea ,yea ,yea)
Go crazy (hold up, hold up, hold up) (yea, yea ,yea ,yea)
Go crazy (got your bitch) (yea, yea ,yea ,yea)
Go crazy (hold up, hold up, hold up) (yea, yea ,yea ,yea)
Go crazy (yea, yea ,yea ,yea)
Go crazy (yea, yea ,yea ,yea) (yea, Champ)
Who you know, colder than Christo? Riddle me that
Young nigga stay on go mode, never relax (nah)
I'm getting my cash (yup), I like bitches ass (yup)
Pretty bitches be boujee but I ain't hitting 'em back
Like woah
Pick up, drop it down to the floor
Drop it like it hot, hot potato
Smoking on the strong, on the swoll'
Man, all these hoes on my rhino
But, I got the heart of a lion
And stop with the lying
Cause, I am the truth
A nigga got motherfucking Dre in the booth (got Dre in this bitch)
And I got fuckin' Lowkey in here too (Lowkey in this bitch)
Check how I walk got sauce, Ragu (uh)
Shawty got curves like a damn cashew (damn cashew)
But, I lose track every time that ass move
But, she gon' bring it back, 'cause she know I'm that dude
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
The champ is here
Uh
They think they know me, when they really don't
Tryna check me, and you fuck around and get exposed
And I mean exposed, I'm in a different mode
X and O, X's over eyes, my third eye is open
And too be Frank, I got flow like Ocean
Not suppose to be posed with posers
Not suppose to negotiate when they owe ya
Usher, let it burn like a toaster, they just wanna hold ya
Back like a holster, maccin' my old chick
I'm back with explosives, business is boomin'
Everything is Gucci but, I'm more like Metro Booming
Treat it like the news, every tweet I got 'em tuned in
Like I'm Tunechi but I'm Drizzle like when its rain
I feel like Method Man, tongue over the razor blade
I came to bring the pain, I crush it like candy cane
Like frequencies vibrate, I riding my own wave
That's a bit of a reach
But, my styles you unique, I mean, can't you see?
Like you with no me, it would be incomplete
R.I.P. to the beat, I'ma beast with no leash
Your a king of the freaks when I'm peeping physics
I like my woman, dirty, and I love my whiskey, neat
All this green on my I feel like Celtics Pistol Pete
Is 33 and I'm more like 23
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy (go crazy, go crazy)
Go crazy (go crazy, go crazy)
Eating good on my plate (yea yea)
With a model, runway (my way, my way) (oh yea)
Loui bags, my way (Loui bags, Loui bags) (my bag, my bag)
Run these bands my way (my way, my way) (Loui bag filled with cash)
Smoking good K.K. (Kim K, Kim K.)
My bitch bad, Kim K (got cake, got cake)
Shawty freaky, foreplay (foreplay, foreplay)
Say you love her? No way? (no way? no way?)
Say, nigga, I just rolled I just pulled up (bitch)
My diamonds shining, take a picture, get a close up (bitch)
Getting all this cash, stacking paper like grown-up (bitch)
Smoking on the Kush and you can smell the fuckin' odor (flex)
Young nigga flexing, now, I'm rolling in a Rover
Boy I'm Lowkey, I'm takin' off, I'm takin' over (flex)
Boy, I took your bitch, do the splits, she hitting yoga (on your bitch) (wet)
Boy, I took your bitch, she do the splits like hitting yoga
Go crazy
Go crazy (hold up, hold up, hold up) (yea, yea ,yea ,yea)
Go crazy (hold up, hold up, hold up) (yea, yea ,yea ,yea)
Go crazy (hold up, hold up, hold up) (yea, yea ,yea ,yea)
Go crazy (got your bitch) (yea, yea ,yea ,yea)
Go crazy (hold up, hold up, hold up) (yea, yea ,yea ,yea)
Go crazy (yea, yea ,yea ,yea)
Go crazy (yea, yea ,yea ,yea) (yea, Champ)
Who you know, colder than Christo? Riddle me that
Young nigga stay on go mode, never relax (nah)
I'm getting my cash (yup), I like bitches ass (yup)
Pretty bitches be boujee but I ain't hitting 'em back
Like woah
Pick up, drop it down to the floor
Drop it like it hot, hot potato
Smoking on the strong, on the swoll'
Man, all these hoes on my rhino
But, I got the heart of a lion
And stop with the lying
Cause, I am the truth
A nigga got motherfucking Dre in the booth (got Dre in this bitch)
And I got fuckin' Lowkey in here too (Lowkey in this bitch)
Check how I walk got sauce, Ragu (uh)
Shawty got curves like a damn cashew (damn cashew)
But, I lose track every time that ass move
But, she gon' bring it back, 'cause she know I'm that dude
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
