Go Crazy (feat. Dre Eason & One Eleven)

The champ is here Uh They think they know me, when they really don't Tryin' to check me, and you fuck around and get exposed And I mean exposed, I'm in a different mode X and O, X's over eyes, my third eye is open And too be Frank, I got flow like Ocean Not suppose to be posed with posers Not suppose to negotiate when they owe you Usher, let it burn like a toaster, they just wanna hold you Back like a holster, maccin' my old chick I'm back with explosives, business is boomin' Everything is gucci but, I'm more like Metro Boomin Treat it like the news, every tweet I got 'em tuned in Like I'm Tunechi but, I'm Drizzle like when its rain I feel like Method Man, tongue over the razor blade I came to bring the pain, I crush it like candy cane Like frequencies vibrate, I ridin' my own wave That's a bit of a reach But, my styles you unique, I mean, can't you see? Like you with no me, it would be incomplete R.I.P. to the beat, I'mma beast with no leash Your a king of the freaks when I'm peepin' physics I like my woman, dirty, and I love my whiskey, neat All this green on my I feel like Celtics Pistol Pete ??? is 33 and I'm more like 23 Go crazy Go crazy Go crazy Go crazy Go crazy Go crazy Go crazy (go crazy, go crazy) Go crazy (go crazy, go crazy) Eatin' good on my plate (yea yea) With a model, runway (my way, my way) (oh yea) Loui' bags, my way (Loui' bags, Loui' bags) (my bag, my bag) Run these bands my way (my way, my way) (Loui' bag filled with cash) Smokin' good K.K. (Kim K, Kim K.) My bitch bad, Kim K (got cake, got cake) Shawty freaky, foreplay (foreplay, foreplay) Say you love her? No way? (no way? no way?) Say, nigga, I just rolled I just pulled up (bitch) My diamonds shinin', take a picture, get a close up (bitch) Gettin' all this cash, stackin' paper like grown-up (bitch) Smokin' on the kush and you can smell the fuckin' odor (flex) Young nigga flexin', now, I'm rollin' in a Rover Boy I'm Lowkey, I'm takin' off, I'm takin' over (flex) Boy, I took your bitch, do the splits, she hittin' yoga (on your bitch) (wet) Boy, I took your bitch, she do the splits like hittin' yoga Go crazy Go crazy (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) (yea, yea,yea,yea) Go crazy (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) (yea, yea,yea,yea) Go crazy (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) (yea, yea,yea,yea) Go crazy (got your bitch) (yea, yea,yea,yea) Go crazy (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) (yea, yea,yea,yea) Go crazy (yea, yea,yea,yea) Go crazy (yea, yea,yea,yea) (yea, Champ) Who you know, colder than Christo? Riddle me that Young nigga stay on go mode, never relax (nah) I'm gettin' my cash (yup), I like bitches ass (yup) Pretty bitches be boujee but, I ain't hittin' 'em back Like woah Pick up, drop it down to the floor Drop it like it hot, hot potato Smokin' on the strong, on the swole Man, all these hoes on my rhino But, I got the heart of a lion, and stop with the lyin' 'Cause, I am the truth A nigga got mo'fuckin' Dre in the booth And I got fuckin' Lowkey in here too Check how I walk got sauce, Ragu Shawty got curves like a damn cashew But, I lose track every time that ass move But, she gon' bring it back, 'cause she know I'm that dude Go crazy Go crazy Go crazy Go crazy Go crazy Go crazy Go crazy Go crazy