Go Crazy lyrics

[Intro: Jay Jones]
Yeah (yeah)
I'm reloaded yeah
Young Money
Maaan

[Verse 1: Jay Jones]
Main mission: get plenty bands
I ain't never been a minute man
I ain't never been a cheese eater
Yall looking like Packers fans
Hollygrove, that's Pakistan
AK, that's a half a man
Let it rip, they ain't have a chance
Won't make it to the ambulance
YM double O, we the business
Up in traffic with me the n*gga
You ain't Stevie, you see a n*gga
Slick side, won't be a n*gga
I ain't been up in the city lately
b*tches say I'm acting sh*tty lately
Got me working off of two phones
Got this rap sh*t going crazy
I don't really like to waste time
Grab that from the waistline
Make it boom like a bassline
Long flights through a grey sky
I was chillin' on Biscane
Got a text about the di*k game
From my b*tch out in NY
Tryna take me to the Knicks game
Ain't it crazy how sh*t change
Ain't it crazy how a b*tch change
One week you they MCM
Next week you a big lame
Yall hoes crazy, yall hoes childish
All my partners, they tote choppers
Drink lean out the whole bottle
She juggle balls, she a globe trotter
White girl want a coke shower
More money that's more problems
More caine I sold out it
Doors open it's so cloudy
I gotta juice, ready for take off
Sending hits they talking Adolf
I'm a pit, I'm talking J dog
What the f*ck, I'm at the A loft
Real n*gga all day and tomorrow
Business busy I ain't finna call you
Blowing up know you feeling awful
Blowing up know you feeling awful
Been thru old hoes i got new flames
On snakes alley I blew flame
[?] on magic city I f*ck good at these new thangs
That's all facts all true
One call and I fall through
n*ggas broke sitting inside sending out tweets that's what yall do
Woo, I'm good in the South, West, and the Eastside, how about you?
How you "good" but your n*ggas throwing up the peace sign? That's a foul move
Let's get it
I'm on that bullsh*t you ain't wid it
All my bullsh*t, you can get it
f*ck on the baddest b*tches in the city
And it dont matter n*gga, any city
Please dont compare me with none of these n*ggas
Don't run with these n*ggas, don't ask me for pictures
I'm counting the dough and I'm laughing at n*ggas
And trapping they b*tches they handle my business
You say we f*cked, ho you liar
Dont give a f*ck ho, you can die
I throw my middle finger in the sky
Then put a middle finger in ya twat
I done bought hope to the whole block
Won't stop till i get a whole lot
Open up and yall n*ggas come shop
Roll up and watch then I roll out
Wait, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy
Man, go crazy
Damn, go crazy
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
(Naaah)
(Go brazy)
(So brazy)
Blood gang big B's red
I'm a packers fan I'm a cheese head
Got a yellow b*tch and I'm a green head
I'm a sleepy head cause I'm a weed head
I'm a hammer head when her knees spread
Walking like I'm talking till my teeth bled
Till my feet red I'mma need meds
I'mma need mines I'mma need theirs
I'm a blind head I'm a bleach head
She a xan head she a beach head
I'm the sandman when her dreams dead
She go ham ham on a meathead
Like Batman in the sweet coupe
Like Pacman with a sweet tooth
I got both hands full of sweet bread
For the big heads, we be head you
Flatbread on your last leg
Your check book on the last page
And with that said I'm on a rampage
I'mma teach you and your classmates
No weekends off no half days
I'mma sashay on your landscape
I'mma get two hoes, make a pancake
I'mma f*ck 'em both through their back gate
But can these hoes fix a backache
I come on they chest, straight checkmate
Then they hug each other now thats great
Then come together like the USA
Hollygrove is our set Jay
Tunechi, I am the Sensei
Money Money Money Money team hit the funny team with the trick play
Touch down celebration
Wait, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy