Go Crazy, Pt. 1

Ayy, everybody been steady askin' me like Iish, where that shit at I told them it's on the way, though Yeah, rather be the nigga shootin' than gettin bust at This new Glock a Gen 5, when I up it, they like, what's that Let my gun talk for me, don't get fussed at This bitch make you calm down like little kids gettin' cussed at Bitches know that I'm the shit and you can't flush it Call my 9-MC Hammer, cause it dance when I touch it All these bands, nigga, I don't need no friends They be suspect, I ain't playin', they say, Issue calm down I'm like, f*ck that Yeah, broski slidin with me, know he ridin' with me Iron with me, try to run, shot in your back, you dyin Ricky, this bitch all on only fans She ain't got a man, I'm with Johnny Hoe dont hit my line unless you got a friend Ooh-wee, I'm hot as hell, bitch, I need a fan I'm the man and I'm fly as hell like I'm Peter Pan No Givenchy, just some plain jeans and a white tee Franchise boys, oh, I, oh, I, oh, I think they like Gucci Mane 1017, cause I'm so motherfuckin' icy All these ones I done bought, I need a sponsoring by Nike All these guns, we done bought, I can care less about who like me Me and bro was on ah hit' and is you rollin', bitch, I might be I seen niggas spent a bin and it wasnt nobody around Now we swervin' all in traffic in ah steamer' round the town If the 12s get behind us, lil' bro, gettin us out that jam And I kick bitches out my crib like I'm Martin and they Pam, nigga