笨小笨Shit Crazy(feat. BIG30)歌词由Gucci Mane&BIG30演唱，出自专辑《Ice Daddy》，下面是《Shit Crazy(feat. BIG30)》完整版歌词！
Shit Crazy(feat. BIG30)歌词完整版
**** Crazy(feat. BIG30) - Gucci Mane/BIG30
Lyrics by：Radric Davis/Samuel Gloade/Deundraeus Portis/Rodney White
Twysted Genius baby
What it do 30
Blrrrd
What it do 30
What it do 30
Wop
What it do 30
Huh
Yeah
Man
Man this s**t crazy crazy
I'm in Miami wit' Gucci Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder s**t ain't nothin' to me whackin' s**t on the daily
Lil' b***h say she ain't heard of me
Told the lil' b***h she gave it
Still trappin' up off my flip wish
I could go trap off my pager
I see these n***as hatin'
I ain't losin' sleep about it though
Members creep like TLC 223 shells out the Jeep Blrrrd
No one gon' take care of me the way that
I take care of me
Get booked in from security
Your bodyguard ain't scarin' me
No
Put your friend in therapy you know
I did it barely live Grrra
Askin' me take care of it
I squash it if I pay the bill
I don't play detective games they play no
I don't play with them
I don't free-pick n***as when
I beef or show no favoritism
Lil' boy still need training wheels
These army guns not baby pistols
All these folks and babies in my house
I'm like a babysitter
Gucci Mane and shiesty twins we bait 'em
And then play the n***a Slime
Machine gun friends twin FN's
Slatt stand on ten I raised the n***a Brrra
Shootin' first then did the verse
My bank account go crazy n***a
Police keep on tazin' n***as one
Shot kill amazed the n***a
Shiesty that's my Dirk Nowitzki ain't no way
I'm tradin' n***a
No shade I'm too rich to fade
He ran up so I blazed the n***a
Man this s**t crazy crazy
I'm in Miami wit' Gucci Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder s**t ain't nothin' to me whackin' s**t on the daily
Lil' b***h say she ain't heard of me
Told the lil' b***h she gave it
Still trappin' up off my flip wish
I could go trap off my pager
Sent your mama to snitch on me man
These n***as some b***hes
Makin' posts sendin' threats and s**t where
I'm from man that's snitchin'
Might jump out on your block with the semi
And get to tickin'
Race to you with this choppa stand over you 'til you finished
My n***as ig'nant
So man is top was they want cut my
Look this s**t ridiculous
We drove fourteen hours from Memphis
With d**e and some Glizzies
We keep steppin' and keep on spinnin'
We constantly be sinnin' sinnin'
Choppa Gang run the city
Man this s**t crazy crazy
I'm in Miami wit' Gucci Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder s**t ain't nothin' to me whackin' s**t on the daily
Lil' b***h say she ain't heard of me
Told the lil' b***h she gave it
Still trappin' up off my flip wish
I could go trap off my pager
