Lyrics Go Crazy - Waka Flocka Flame, Machine Gun Kelly

Go Crazy

Fatality
Whoo Kid
Woo
What the fuck?
Bricksquad
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go motherfuckin' crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go motherfuckin' crazy
I’m a hustler, you lazy (Yeah)
If you getting money go crazy (Yeah)
Yeah, those streets really raised me (Ayy)
Shout out to them 80's babies (Ayy)
Shout out to them 90's babies (Yeah)
At my concerts jumping up and down
Going crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
Now yell out, «Fuck you, pay me!»
Mosh pit, mosh pit everything in this bitch (You know)
Most pit, most pit everything in this bitch
Brick Sqaud monopoly
When I drink Fireball I go crazy
One shot, two shot, three shot, fuck it
Four shot, five shot, six shots, I love it
Jump up and down white boys in here (Ahh)
Chug on a beer
Don’t want to party fuck out of here (Ahh)
Let’s make it clear
Fuck up your shoes, fuck up your hair, weed in the air (Squad)
Fuck up the club standing on the chair (Squad)
Spraying champagne cause I really don’t care (You know)
Nominate me hype man of the year (Waka)
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go motherfuckin' crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go motherfuckin' crazy
Pack so loud that I can’t hear nothing (Eastside motherfucker)
Come to my town, see if them boys bluffin'
Call for the belly on the celly like b-r-r
Pull up to the telly on Pirellis like sk-r-r
'Locals Only' tatted on my belly
Riding heavy in the Chevy with some felons who can get it (Hold up)
White boy, Black boy all them tats boy
Never rat, boy, that’s a fact, boy
I’m a bad boy not a frat boy
Only fuck if that pussy fat boy (Woo)
Love my bitches all my bitches
Titties always out no bra my bitches (Nah)
Thirty naked women getting busy in the kitchen (Yeah)
Whole crib smelling like Popeye’s chicken (Woo)
Now what I say, fuck them boys that ain’t down with my squad (Bitch)
Middle finger up give a fuck about y’all (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Fuck them boys that ain’t down with my squad
Got a hundred motherfuckers outside your yard
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go motherfuckin' crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go motherfuckin' crazy