Go Crazy (Remix) ft. Big YBA Lyrics

I got way too many racks, can't hold my pants up

My diamonds dancin' on my neck just like a dancer

He want some smoke, he run up wrong, he gon' catch cancer

And bitch, I been savage, ain't no cappin' in my rap

And bitch, I'm really trippin' on that block, I flippin packs

AMG, that bitch skirt off, ricky ross bitch, I'm a boss

I took losses after losses, but I'm still here

I ain't got no feelings, ain't no heart that you could feel here

I ain't fuckin' with no fake, it's only real, yeah

Uh, I done got my papa up so they can't play with me

Mm, treat that Glock just like my bitch, cause that bitch stay with me

I been a hot n***a before, bobby carryin' flame that with me

I'm the first n***a to hop out on my feet, don't need no gang with me

Uh, I can flex, I done fucked around and got my muscle up

I done spent six hunnid on this Glock, ain't finna knuckle up

I can tell that he won't die to ride cause he ain't buckle up

I done ran up so much racks before and then I fucked it up

But before I show, leave the back end in that duffel bag

We done got that low, hit up that block and then we double back

Consistent shooter, on my stick, I'm tryna hit shit back to back

Like JJ White, I ran up a stack, n***a, let's go rack 4 rack

Too many racks, can't even hold my pants up, uh

All these diamonds dancin' on me like a dancer

He want smoke, he run up wrong, he gon' catch cancer

That bitch up in the Savage, ain't no cappin' in my raps, woah

Bitch, I've been a trapper, on that glock i'm flippin packs

I'm in Savage mode, I'm on all 10, I swear I never fold

You lonely at the top, well, I don't see no competition

You don't fuck with me then, then keep my name right out your menu

They hear that bass boomin', yeah, I got them rockin' heads

Draco out the window, pussy, what you fuckin' heard I said

They just got my dawg, so I'ma get that get back

I heard they actin' like they want it, boy, come get your lick back

Everybody claimin' they killers like they be with it, yeah

Everybody say they a rapper, ain't got the ticket, yeah

people be Dick ride, like that shit be killin' me

you ain't even next to me, so how the hell you feelin' me

All of my enemies, fuck em put em under

undertaker

Foot on they necks, steppin' on em, I'm a neck breaker

Yeah, I'm hot, yeah, I'm hot, hot, put the flame up

Yeah, he talkin' out his mouth, we gon' knock his brains out

AMG, I'm skirtin' off, Ricky Ross, bitch, I'm a boss

Took the loss to pay the cost, my hands hard, but my heart soft

Go crazy, I'm goin' cra-cra-go crazy, I'm goin' crazy