Goin Crazy lyrics

by

Young Scooter


[Intro: Young Scooter]
Yeah, haha
Black Migo Gang, n*gga
Ayy, Mexico Rann, you know how we do this sh*t
Real street n*gga
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 sh*t is too crazy
My choppers hit buckin', this sh*t goin'
She sweatin' off that molly, her face, it look crazy
Big stones on my wrist, sh*t 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas just scared (Work)
Rеcession over, Scooter in chargе
And you can't sell a brick, n*gga, 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 sh*t is too crazy
My choppers hit buckin', this sh*t goin'
She sweatin' off that molly, her face, it look crazy
Big stones on my wrist, sh*t 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 f*cked the lil' b*tch 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' b*tch, 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 b*tch 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 sh*t is too crazy
My choppers hit buckin', this sh*t goin'
She sweatin' off that molly, her face, it look crazy
Big stones on my wrist, sh*t be blingin' crazy
[Verse 3: Mexico Rann]
Mexico Rann, I got the streets in the 'io (Chokehold)
I don't f*ck with Americans, I get it straight out the boat (No, no)
If I don't dope you face, n*gga, 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 b*tch 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 sh*t is too crazy
My choppers hit buckin', this sh*t goin'
She sweatin' off that molly, her face, it look crazy
Big stones on my wrist, sh*t be blingin' crazy
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