Il testo della Crazy

Gucci Mane

Hallelujah, my plug just send me 50, i got first right a refusal
My bitches my main shooter, i might make my bitch go do you
Dont bring your bitch around my chick, my bitch might jimmy choo her
Its gwap, i aint hip hop, but i bet my diamonds bluer
Got 3 spots, i got 2 drops and i aint no nigga cooler
Got 3 rings, i got 10 chains and i think im ricky ruler
I got young niggas in my straight 8, cause thats how i maneuver, gucci!
Make trap back, i had a flash back, when i shot at that intruder
In a section, full of bad bitches, and they wanna smoke hooters
Way i beat the block, way i work the track
Make you think im a producer
Inside your head, medusa, youre dumb head, you need a tutor

(hook)
I might not buy a new mercedes, but ima drive your ass crazy
Thats something she just done phase me
The way she suck it, so amazing
Im bout to drive a bitch crazy,
Thats something she just done phase me
Im bout to make a bitch pay me, pay me
You taking care of nigga baby
Im bout to drive a bitch crazy

Wave flag, no black car, flat back car, of 2 bars with 3 broads
40 grands on my g stars, pinkslips dont lease ours
Who the fuck you think we are, retard!
Kief start this bricksquad, that candy touch your body part
Trapped up like toll cars, goons have it real like the druglords
Got young shooters and dope guards
My annals are dope boys, like a drugzar in a cold war
Pistol whip a nigga with a crowbar
Security guards they trelling you, so we pulling up and shooting both cars
Bag a nigga like a bag boy, paint a nigga like mozart
Say he lived his life as a king pin, thats why they find his ass in the junkyard
Murder shit i know boy, i aint really scared of no boy
Couple of home boys and lil joy, and they all waiting to come home boy
Got bricks all in my fender, bricks all in my floorboard
And you know a nigga paid a low for it but respect me, i cant go for it
All my hoes will fly for it, all my niggas will die for it
I can tell a killer when i see one, you can say gucci got an eye for it.