Go Crazy
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Go Crazy was released on September 6, 2013 by Street Affiliates Music Group as a part of the album Playtime Over
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Music Video
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stunthard Hotboyz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Lynn Robinson
Songwriter
Lyrics
Fuck these dumbass hoes
Yeah
Man, these hoes get on my nerves real shit (real)
Real ****, but it's hard to find a real bitch
Loose ass, trife ass, broke ass, dumb bitch
No kiss, you can't get shit, not a crumb bitch
Fuck hoes real shit
Bouta take my bitch shoppin', buy her new clips
Wit' some lil' grimey **** and they steal shit
Real street, more bricks than a building
I can hit any bitch that's on cash
'Cause all they take is cash
Four trucks all black, black mask black mat
Bust a nut, it's all bad, fuck yo face all ass
I be trappin' wit' them trappers in the cut all slabs I got trus on
Big stitch 10 in the loud pat, front boy run take 10 wit' him
Fall off bounce right back less than 10 minutes
Trust none jack boy if he move kill 'em
I been doin' this shit I ain't no fuckin' rookie
If its money on the flo we cancel all pussy
**** you ain't wit' that shit, we don't fuck wit' pussies
**** you ain't wit' that shit you can't fuck wit' me
Fuck bitches buss guns stack a lot of cheese
We be up all night, we don't fuck wit' sleep
**** I'm so sleeze, I fucked yo main squeeze
And these **** so sick they can't stand me
How dare these **** talk down on me
Have some killers on yo ass make it hard to sleep
Glock 30 wit' a 40 stop yo heart from beatin'
I'll take everything and make it hard to eat
Bitch it's big Ju, yeah big Ju
These fuck **** catch bullets and these bitches too
This shit real, **** ain't nobody safe
Better take yo ass to church, **** better pray
I fell and now I'm back and **** mad
When I was down everybody swit'ched the shit was sad
It turned me to a savage and I put that on cash
20 bands once the lick slit, don't even ask
I heard **** talking down on me to the hoes
I think I'm goin' crazy, can't trust a fuckin' soul
Shout out to my ex man, she did a **** bold
But I learned my lesson quick neva trust anotha' hoe
I was down on my knuckles, now I'm back maintainin'
Went and copped some ice, now I'm back chain swangin'
Glock stay wit' me like chief in bang bangin'
Talkin' catch 'em out in traffic I'mma catch 'em lane swangin'
I woke up, got dressed and got straight to it
Called the plug, got a bag and ran straight through it
And I'm tired of **** lyin' like they bus buddha
Call them Hotboyz up bitch, they really shootin'
**** hoes I can prove it call a cop and plea
See me in the streets we ain't friends bitch don't talk to me
Come and cop from me, or you can cop from skeez
Call the 808 if I ain't got it, you can cop from keese
Can't get shit from me, but some dick from me
Bitch, I hit you quick kicked you out, go get hit by D
Stunthard almighty chase the fuckin' cheese
Go crazy, Hot boys, that's my fuckin' team
Put the money on the flo 'cause I need that
If the 40 in my hand, I'mma squeeze that
Hit the lick quick, we can split it up
If the spot get hot, we can swit'ch it up
Shots getting fired now you bitchin' up
Call the hook to my crib now you snitchin' huh
I'mma stunthard **** tell yo mans that
Shootin' shots while you runin' at yo man's back
Aimin' at his teeth, he can tell that
Smoke a lotta loud you can smell that
Fuck you talking 'bout I got my own shit
I ain't fuckin' wit' you **** got my own clique
Written by: Joseph Lynn Robinson
