Shit Crazy

(专辑： So Icy Boyz: The Finale - 2022)

[Intro:]
Twysted Genius, baby
Get back, get back
Yeah (Wop)
Ha, yeah
Ha

[BIG30:]
Man, this shit crazy
I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain't nothing to me, whacking shit on the daily
Lil' bitch say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gave me
Still trapping up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages

[Gucci Mane:]
I see these niggas hating, I ain't losing 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 ain't scaring me
Put your friend in therapy, you know I did it, barely live
Asking me, "Take care of it," I squash it if I pay the bill
I don't play detective games, they play, no, I don't play with them
I don't 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, I'm like a babysitter
Gucci Mane, it's Shiesty, twins, we bait 'em and then play the nigga
But shit get frenzy, twin F&N's, stand on ten, I raised the nigga
Shooting first, then did the verse, my bank account go crazy, nigga
Police keep on tasing niggas, one shot killed him, matched the nigga
Shiesty, that's my Dirk Nowitzki, ain't no way I'm trading, nigga
No shade, I'm too rich to fade, he ran up, so I blazed the nigga

[BIG30:]
Man, this shit crazy
I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain't nothing to me, whacking shit on the daily
Lil' bitch say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gave me
Still trapping up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages

Sent your mama to snitch on me, man, these niggas some bitches
Making posts, sending threats and shit, where I'm from, man, it's snitching
Might jump out on your block with the semi and get to ticking
Race to you with this choppa, stand over you 'til you finished
My niggas ig'nant, so many choppas in one car, man, look, this shit ridiculous
We drove fourteen hours from Memphis with dope and some Glizzies
We keep stepping and keep on spinning, we constantly be sending
Choppa Gang run the city

Man, this shit crazy
I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain't nothing to me, whacking shit on the daily
Lil' bitch say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gave me
Still trapping up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages