Crazy - Slim Thug, BeatKing, GT Garza

Bitch you gotta be crazy

Bitch you gotta be crazy

Hold up, bitch you gotta be crazy

Think you gon' fuck with my biggas

Bitch you gotta be crazy

Think you finna stop this money

Bitch you gotta be crazy

Ooh, bitch you gotta be crazy

Hold up, hold up, bitch you gotta be crazy

Think I ain’t strapped that bank

Bitch you gotta be crazy

You think I’m finna miss when I’m aiming

Bitch you gotta be crazy

Bitch you gotta be crazy

Pretty and broke, you gotta be lazy

Say she want my baby

Told her bitch you gotta be crazy

I’ve been hustling all my life

Favour that fucking paid me

Now you want me to spend it out with you

Bitch you gotta be crazy

I’m bout to take it to the table

Let everybody eat (let everybody eat)

All I got is a bunch of ‘Fuck you’s'

When they got on they feet

They’ll be your BFF when they need you

But they as fake as my teeth

Look real, act real but ain’t really real in them streets

Me?

I’m real as can be

Started from the bottom

Put my hood on the map

Got paper, got smut, got legal

Now I’m done with doing the dumb shit in the trap

All my niggas locked up

And the feds are there so it’s fuck the game

I ain’t never let a bitch break me

You gotta be insane

Thugga

Bitch you gotta be crazy

Bitch you gotta be crazy

Hold up, bitch you gotta be crazy

Think you gon' fuck with my biggas

Bitch you gotta be crazy

Think you finna stop this money

Bitch you gotta be crazy

Ooh, bitch you gotta be crazy

Hold up, hold up, bitch you gotta be crazy

Think I ain’t strapped that bank

Bitch you gotta be crazy

You think I’m finna miss when I’m aiming

Bitch you gotta be crazy

I let my money fly out my hand

Please remind me of Mamma Cabase

I drink it straight, fuck the trace

I don’t be flexing you know I’m made (know I’m made)

You ain’t gotta put me on a list (on a list)

You don’t even know who I is

Hold up, bitch you guessing, bitch you guessing

You ain’t never seen a man cagle like this

Body rocking moving side to side

It’s like I’m making switches in the drive, I drive

My Cadillac looking like a figure skater

Making circles up and down your block

We might left a lot, asking lotta questions

Like why I haven’t seen a tire

Seems like you can chase em, nah I let em chase me

Used to give a fuck but then I stopped

Bitch you gotta be crazy

Hold up, bitch you gotta be crazy

Think you gon' fuck with my biggas

Bitch you gotta be crazy

Think you finna stop this money

Bitch you gotta be crazy

Ooh, bitch you gotta be crazy

Hold up, hold up, bitch you gotta be crazy

Think I ain’t strapped that bank

Bitch you gotta be crazy

You think I’m finna miss when I’m aiming

Bitch you gotta be crazy

Ooh, bitch you gotta be crazy

Hold up, hold up, bitch you gotta be crazy

Think I ain’t strapped that bank

Bitch you gotta be crazy

You think I’m finna miss when I’m aiming

Bitch you gotta be crazy

Hold up