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Gucci Mane – Shit Crazy Lyrics


 [Intro: BIG30 & Gucci Mane]

Twysted Genius, baby

Get back, get back

Yeah (Wop)

Ha, yeah

Ha

[Chorus: BIG30]

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

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

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

[Chorus: BIG30]

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

[Verse 2: BIG30]

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

[Chorus: BIG30]

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


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