Go Crazy

Turn me up EL! (Woah) Giving 'em hell, Ghost Me and Dan posted like Keenan and Kel But nigga we not for the jokes Niggas' thinking that they catching up on us They not even close You skipping these rocks I set it stone New pack in the mail I feel like Malone I always prevail and that's on my soul (Gang) (Gang) Yea that's on my soul Money all blue and its coming in fast like Sonic I'm leaving y'all in my Shadow Call up on Dreak and once he get out We taking these trips to Lagos I feel like Embiid in the post Big moves I'm scoring a title Humble beast its nothing entitled But the drip is on tidal Go crazy Hop in the wheel go brazy Go crazy Count me a mil when I make it Gang Go crazy Hop in the wheel go brazy, brazy woah Go crazy Count me a mil when I make it, make it Gang And I'm stamping that shit Caught me a vibe start dancing and shit (woah) I get so high like where do I land in this bitch This all from the grind no one hand me this shit (That's a fact) Damn Hold up, Get sturdy Pull up one leg like I'm Irving No more regrets keep working I roll up some herbs start swerving (Woah damn) But I stay on the track, ShaCarri Even when I go thru the motions, Ferrari (Woah) Any move make it a party Turn into Diego when I sip on BaCardi (Wait) They ask me do you get tired? Hardly I know that everything will be alright, Bob Marley Ball in this bitch like Barkley, Barkley Go crazy Hop in the wheel go brazy Go crazy Count me a mil when I make it Gang Go crazy Hop in the wheel go brazy, brazy woah Go crazy Count me a mil when I make it, make it Gang Facts And I'm doing it all for the fam Yall niggas be cap Feel like the steal of the draft I'm ballin like crazy And steadily increasing my stats Like Ayo Breeze! You heating up My thoughts been ignited, you keeping up? Man I'm boutta start touring, you sleepin' bruh Boutta hop inna foreign start speeding up Aye Aye Aye (Hol' Up) Big Drip Run up the bands thats a quick flip (Woah) We Lit Lit Pull up with Dan he hitting a kickflip Lemme chill but its up Young nigga hop in the booth F*ck it up (Wait) Coming up Too many bars in my head run it up I get ghost Run it back, run it back, get some mo' Me and gang pour it up, make a toast This our year, f*ck the fear, we get dough We rise up for all of the days we were low Who wouldve known? We elevate, turn it up then make some noise 'Cause We Did God Did And that fa sho, that's fa sho, on the gang Go crazy Hop in the wheel go brazy Go crazy Count me a mil when I make it Gang Go crazy Hop in the wheel go brazy, brazy woah Go crazy Count me a mil when I make it, make it Gang