Boutta Go Crazy

Where the f*ck is Churro Where the f*ck is Churro My weed smell like B.O I get high to keep y'all below I'm so amazing, yeah, like we know Boutta go crazy, please turn the beat on Don't speak on me and my ego No amigos, and I don't even need hoes Smoke pre-rolls, then drink Tito's Can't have just one lay, no Frito I spit flames in the booth, take J's to the coop Smoke up, then bang in the stu Fake fame for the views, name names you through AK and big guns spray into you Make way for the kids first day making moves Stay straight, I'll admit that Jay couldn't do They stay doing shit no gay could approve They may be a little bit late in the loop lil hoe, I'm packing a spliff When my gun blow, don't ration the clip I'm faster than fast in the whip I'm facts over fibs If he talk back, I'm smacking your kid Unfasten the belt, ass hurt when he sit I'm asking for help, bastard wanna split I'm rich, no shit, I'm passing a brick I'm gay, but she still asking for pics None of this money is new to me Got jewelry on like it's glue to me All of my hunnids in unity I do not give a f*ck what you gon do to me Give me the nudity Have mercy, bitch gon squirt Good thing I'm thirsty If he ask, can we get dirty I'll say sure like I'm from Jersey Lil' bitch, I'm lifting the beat up Running this shit like a cheetah I f*ck with bitches like PETA Run up get beat up Give me my check like Nike Blow three lines like Adidas T'd up, no bitch, we cannot meet up Stank-ass redhead bitch like Reba Don't be a diva, fucking my freedom Yeah, I like dudes, but I don't even need em Got a back rub from a bad bitch In the back of a Maybach On the way back to the crib In the bathtub with about six fags Getting ass clapped if they tap out I'm getting next