- Shit Crazy (feat. BIG30) 歌詞 Gucci Mane BIG30
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- BIG30 Shit Crazy (feat. BIG30) 歌詞
- Gucci Mane BIG30
- Twysted Genius, baby
Get back, get back
Yeah (Wop)
Ha, yeah
Ha
Man, this shit crazy
Im in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit aint nothin to me, whackin shit on the daily
Lil bitch say she aint heard of me, told the lil bitch she gave me
Still trappin up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my paper
I see these niggas hatin, I aint 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 aint 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 bill
I dont play detective games, they play, no, I dont play with them
I dont 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, Im like a babysitter
Gucci Mane, its Shiesty, twins, we bait em and then play the nigga
But shit get frenzy, twin F&Ns, stand on ten, I raised the nigga
Shootin first, then did the verse, my bank account go crazy, nigga
Police keep on tasin niggas, one shot killed him, matched the nigga
Shiesty , thats my Dirk Nowitzki, aint no way Im tradin, nigga
No shade, Im too rich to fade, he ran up, so I blazed the nigga
Man, this shit crazy
Im in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit aint nothin to me, whackin shit on the daily
Lil bitch say she aint heard of me, told the lil bitch she gave me
Still trappin up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my paper
Sent your mama to snitch on me, man, these niggas some bitches
Makin posts, sendin threats and shit, where Im from, man, its 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 ignant, so many choppas in one car, man, look, this shit ridiculous
We drove fourteen hours from Memphis with dope and some Glizzies
We keep steppin and keep on spinnin, we constantly be sendin
Choppa Gang run the city
Man, this shit crazy
Im in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit aint nothin to me, whackin shit on the daily
Lil bitch say she aint heard of me, told the lil bitch she gave me
Still trappin up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my paper
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