Goin Crazy

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Scooter] Yeah, haha Black Migo Gang, nigga Ayy, Mexico Rann, you know how we do this shit Real street nigga Haha (Turn up) [Chorus: Mexico Rann] I up the K and I aim at your head Your ass come up dead if you playin' with that bread My shooters, they with me and none of us scared My stash stay filled with nothin' but big heads These numbers so low, this shit is too crazy My choppers hit buckin', this shit goin' She sweatin' off that molly, her face, it look crazy Big stones on my wrist, shit be blingin' crazy [Verse 1: Young Scooter] Yeah, take a look up at my Rollie (Yeah) Fully pointers fully loaded Chopper so big it take four young niggas to hold it Me and Mexico Rann been bustin' bales, homie Yeah, I don't need no wooly, I'll punch you dead (Uh-uh) It ain't no dope, you niggas just scared (Work) Rеcession over, Scooter in chargе And you can't sell a brick, nigga, if I ain't involved [Chorus: Mexico Rann] I up the K and I aim at your head Your ass come up dead if you playin' with that bread My shooters, they with me and none of us scared My stash stay filled with nothin' but big heads These numbers so low, this shit is too crazy My choppers hit buckin', this shit goin' She sweatin' off that molly, her face, it look crazy Big stones on my wrist, shit be blingin' crazy [Verse 2: Young Thug] Brazy (Ah) I hopped out the 'Vette and I hopped in a foreign (Woo, woo, switch up the foreign) I fucked the lil' bitch so long it got boring (Ooh, ah, ah) I'm high as a mountain, my brain full of clouds, I'm snoring (Geeked) Pull up with hundreds of pints and I'm buyin' 'em all No problem to pour it (Sheesh, woo) Yes, I can afford it, lil' bitch, my pockets on Norbit (My pockets on Norbit) Bought me a coupe sittin' on Forgi's then I gave it to my woadie (Sheesh, skrrt, skrrt) Fresh like I live in the Maury Your bitch think I am adori' (On blood, on blood) No I'm not talkin' no concert, but racks, I'ma show it (Woo) [Chorus: Mexico Rann] I up the K and I aim at your head Your ass come up dead if you playin' with that bread My shooters, they with me and none of us scared My stash stay filled with nothin' but big heads These numbers so low, this shit is too crazy My choppers hit buckin', this shit goin' She sweatin' off that molly, her face, it look crazy Big stones on my wrist, shit be blingin' crazy [Verse 3: Mexico Rann] Mexico Rann, I got the streets in the 'io (Chokehold) I don't fuck with Americans, I get it straight out the boat (No, no) If I don't dope you face, nigga, I'm servin' you soap (Ooh) I got shooters on the East and the West coast (Bow) Snakes skinny leather gift, trappin' nothin' but that foreign Kicked your bitch out my condo, she was too boring (Get out) I fronted him a pie, he playin' phone games (Okay, okay) So you know I sent them ninjas (Blatt, blatt) [Chorus: Mexico Rann] I up the K and I aim at your head Your ass come up dead if you playin' with that bread My shooters, they with me and none of us scared My stash stay filled with nothin' but big heads These numbers so low, this shit is too crazy My choppers hit buckin', this shit goin' She sweatin' off that molly, her face, it look crazy Big stones on my wrist, shit be blingin' crazy