Gotta Be Crazy lyrics

[Intro: Jazz Lazer & Lil Twist]
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah (Young Carter)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (Lazer)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (Trippie)
Ayyyyyyeeeeeee

[Chorus: Jazz Lazer & Lil Twist]
You gotta be crazy (Mula)
To think you my b*tch (To think you my what?)
Oh, cause I hit? (Oh, cause I what?)
Know that you ain't sh*t (Know you ain't sh*t)
You gotta be crazy (Crazy)
To think that you gang (To think that you gang)
Know that we don't hang (No)(Know that we don't hang)
You must be insane (Mula) (Ayyyyyyeeeeeee )
You gotta be crazy (Gotta be crazy)
Get your mouth out my cup (Get your mouth out my cup)(Yeah)
b*tch, I'm high as a f*ck (High as a f*ck) (Yeah)
Bro, you can't hit my blunt (No, no)
You gotta be crazy (Gotta be crazy)
Whippin' dope like the 80s (Whippin' dope like the 80s)
Whip it like a Mercedes (Skkkrrrrttttt)
If you don't wanna pay me (Mula)
You gotta be crazy
[Verse 1: Lil Twist:]
The sh*t that we on (Yeah)
Lil shawty can't see right (No)
Snortin' bumps off of ki, right? (Wooo)
Then she speed through the speed light (Skrrrrrt)
Like, she gotta be crazy (She gotta be crazy)
She gotta be stupid (She gotta be stupid)
Soon as the b*tch suck it (Huh)
She cannot hit my doobie (No)
Got my di*k in her mouth (Twist)
And my thumb in her booty (Ugh)
She gotta be crazy (Why?)
Cause she let me do it (Yeah)
We pull out the camera (Ugh)
We created a movie (Yeah)
She suck my bazooka (Wooo)
It's not a lil uzi (No)
Oooooo
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch, ass and tits
My di*k out, she carry it
I kill the pus*y, bury it
The pallbearers carry it, she ride it like a chariot
I make her swallow every inch (Wooo)
Doin' anything for them presidents (Mula)
She heaven-sent, I must admit, I killed the sh*t, it's evident, no evidence
[Chorus: Jazz Lazer & Lil Twist]
You gotta be crazy (You gotta be crazy)
To think you my b*tch (To think you my what?)
Oh, cause I hit? (Oh, cause I what?)
Know that you ain't sh*t (You know you ain't sh*t)
You gotta be crazy (Crazy)
To think that you gang (To think that you gang)
Know that we don't hang (No)(Know that we don't hang)
You must be insane (Mula) (Ayyyyyyeeeeeee )
You gotta be crazy (Gotta be crazy)
Get your mouth out my cup (Get your mouth out my cup)(Yeah)
b*tch, I'm high as a f*ck (High as a f*ck) (Yeah)
Bro, you can't hit my blunt (No, no)
You gotta be crazy (Gotta be crazy)
Whippin' dope like the 80s (Whippin' dope like the 80s)
Whip it like a Mercedes (Skkkrrrrttttt)
If you don't wanna pay me (Mula)
You gotta be crazy

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd:]
OoooOOOOOOO
You gotta be outta your mind (Mind)
If you think I'm wasting time (Time)
Or spendin' another f*cking dime (Dime)
With you, I can tell no f*cking lie (Lie)
Tryin' to give you the signs (Signs)
But you couldn't see right (Right)
You couldn't envision right (Right)
So now, I sit back blowin' dope with my mans, yeah (Yeah)
Huh, through a couple bands in my pants, yeah (Yeah)
I be sleepy off the drugs but I don't do no xans (Xans)
I just blow the f*cking dope (Dope)
Murder what she wrote (Wrote)
Beat the pus*y, take her soul (Soul)
I swear this sh*t is no joke (No joke)
[Chorus: Jazz Lazer]
You gotta be crazy (You gotta be crazy)
To think you my b*tch (To think you my what?)
Oh, cause I hit? (Oh, cause I what?)
Know that you ain't sh*t (Know you ain't sh*t)
You gotta be crazy (Crazy)
To think that you gang (To think that you gang)
Know that we don't hang (Know that we don't hang)
You must be insane (Ayyyyyyeeeeeee )
You gotta be crazy (Gotta be crazy)
Get your mouth out my cup (Get your mouth out my cup)
b*tch, I'm high as a f*ck (High as a f*ck)
Bro, you can't hit my blunt (No, no)
You gotta be crazy (Gotta be crazy)
Whippin' dope like the 80s (Whippin' dope like the 80s)
Whip it like a Mercedes (Skkkrrrrttttt)
If you don't wanna pay me
You gotta be crazy