Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shit Crazy , by - Gucci Mane. Release date: 17.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shit Crazy |
| Twysted Genius, baby |
| Get back, get back |
| Yeah (Wop) |
| Ha, yeah |
| Ha |
| Man, this shit crazy |
| I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors |
| This murder shit ain’t nothin' to me, whackin' shit on the daily |
| Lil' bitch say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gazin' |
| Still trappin' up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages |
| I see these niggas hatin', I ain’t losin' sleep about it, though |
| Members creep like TLC, .223 shells out the Jeep |
| 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 |
| Put your friend in therapy, you know I did it, barely live |
| Askin' me, «Take care of it,» I squash it if I pay the bills |
| I don’t plan to take his gang to play, no, I don’t play with them |
| I don’t freepick niggas, when I beef, I 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, it’s Shiesty, twins, we bait 'em and then play the nigga |
| But shit get frenzy, twin F&N's, stand on ten, I raised the nigga |
| Shootin' first, then did the verse, my bank account go crazy, nigga |
| Police keep on tasin' niggas, one shot killed him, matched the nigga |
| Shiesty, that’s my dawg, no, ain’t no way I’m tradin', nigga |
| No shade, I’m too rich to fade, he ran up, so I blazed the nigga |
| Man, this shit crazy |
| I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors |
| This murder shit ain’t nothin' to me, whackin' shit on the daily |
| Lil' bitch say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gazin' |
| Still trappin' up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages |
| Sent your mama to snitch on me, man, these niggas some bitches |
| Makin' posts, sendin' threats and shit, where I’m from, man, it’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 niggas icky, so many choppas in one car, man, look, this shit ridiculous |
| We drove fourteen hours from Memphis with dope and some Glizzies |
| We keep steppin' and keep on spinnin', we constantly be sendin' |
| Choppa Gang run the city |
| Man, this shit crazy |
| I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors |
| This murder shit ain’t nothin' to me, whackin' shit on the daily |
| Lil' bitch say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gazin' |
| Still trappin' up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages |