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Description
Composer, Lyricist: Juaquin Malphurs
Lyrics and translation
Original
A crafter.
Fatality.
Ooh, yeah!
Woo, what the fuck?
Green Squad.
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 motherfuckin' crazy. I'm a, I'm a hustler, you lazy.
If it make or gettin' money, go crazy. Yeah, them streets really raised me.
Shout out to them '80s babies. Shout out to them '90s babies.
My car start jumpin' up and down, goin' crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy. Now yell out, "Fuck you pay me".
M-m-m-mosh pit, mosh pit , J. D. in this bitch.
M-m-mosh pit, mosh pit, J. D. in this bitch.
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, Wild Boyz in here. Chug on the beer, don't wanna party. Fuck outta here, let's make it clear.
Fuck up your shoes, fuck up your heels. Weed in the air, fuck up the club.
Stand on a chair, sprayin' champagne 'cause I really don't care.
Nominate me Hype Man of the Year. Wild boy.
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 motherfuckin' crazy.
Ahh, uh, rap so loud that I can't hear nothin'. Eastside motherfucker.
Callin' my town so your damn boy bluffin'. Cars like a Bentley on the celly like brrt.
Pull up to the telly on Pirellis like skrt. Lowkey only pettin' on my belly.
Ridin' heavy in a Chevy with some felons who can get it.
Rat boy, rat boy, all them tats, boy. Never rat, boy, that's a fact, boy.
I'm a bad boy, not a frat boy. Only fuck up that pussy fat boy.
Love my bitches, all my bitches. Titties always out, no bra on my bitches.
Thirty naked women gettin' busy in the kitchen. Whole crib smellin' like Popeyes Chicken. Woo, now what I say?
Fuck them boys, they ain't down with my squad.
Middle finger up, give a fuck 'bout y'all.
I said fuck them boys, they 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. Squad.