Crazy Brazy (Explicit)

Written by：Rakim Mayers/Jamel Phillips/Cornel Anthony Wallace Jr./Marquis Devone Whittaker

Woah woah yo

Woah woah woah

I got a lot on my head

Gucci rag tied on my head

Put a red dot on your head

I put that guap on your head

Don't be talking to me crazy

Don't be talking to me crazy

Don't be talking to me crazy

Don't be talking to me crazy

I got a lot on my mind

I put that guap on my mind

I got a lot on my mind

I put that nine to your mind

Don't talk to me brazy

Don't talk to me brazy

Don't talk to me brazy

Don't talk to me brazy

I don't want no conversation

I don't need explanation

Shoot with no hesitation

They do it for a reputation

They don't play me on the station

Press 'em like detonation

Want more jelly than a Mason

Man I'm rocky like a caveman

We rock I'm a rockstar

Try to cuff me like a cop car

Try to play me like a popstar

That's how you get not far

All my cus niggas crazy

All my bloods niggas brazy

Might just drop in on a Wednesday

Been the sh*t designer wavy

Don't talk back just give me face

I got nines on my waist

Hide them lines in the place

I don't care

I'm with Flacko you on flakka

You got guns but won't pop 'em

I send niggas to the doctor

I don't care

Sandman tan money bag drag slash bag man

Baghdad land

Talk back get back slapped with a back hand

Black man black hand side

Anti everything since Yams died

In dodge van by NY

No who what where why when

I got a lot on my head

Gucci rag tied on my head

Put a red dot on your head

I put that guap on your head

Don't be talking to me crazy

Don't be talking to me crazy

Don't be talking to me crazy

Don't be talking to me crazy

I got a lot on my mind

I put that guap on my mind

I got a lot on my mind

I put that nine to your mind

Don't talk to me brazy

Don't talk to me brazy

Don't talk to me brazy

Don't talk to me brazy

Hundred thousand dollar nightmare

If I wanna take a flight there

Man f**k it spend a life here

Young thuggin in some Nike Airs

Bicken Back Being Bool baby

Layin' back by the pool baby

Bumpin' that sh*t too wavy

Counting stacks sh*t too brazy

Walk around with a bag on me

Walk around with a flag on me

Bickin back I got mad homies

Joey Fatts might blast for me

Tote the tecs I got cash homie

Take it back I got crack on me

This and that got that on me

Where you from

Where you at homie

I got a lot on my head

Gucci rag tied on my head

Put a red dot on your head

I put that guap on your head

Don't be talking to me crazy

Don't be talking to me crazy

Don't be talking to me crazy

Don't be talking to me crazy

I got a lot on my mind

I put that guap on my mind

I got a lot on my mind

I put that nine to your mind

Don't talk to me brazy

Don't talk to me brazy

Don't talk to me brazy

Don't talk to me brazy