Go Crazy

[Intro]

Fatality

Whoo Kid

Woo

What the fuck?

Bricksquad

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]

Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

Go crazy, go crazy, go motherfuckin' crazy

Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

Go crazy, go crazy, go motherfuckin' crazy

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]

I'm a hustler, you lazy (Yeah)

If you getting money go crazy (Yeah)

Yeah, those streets really raised me (Ayy)

Shout out to them 80's babies (Ayy)

Shout out to them 90's babies (Yeah)

At my concerts jumping up and down

Going crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy

Now yell out, "Fuck you, pay me!"

Mosh pit, mosh pit everything in this bitch (You know)

Most pit, most pit everything in this bitch

Brick Sqaud monopoly

When I drink Fireball I go crazy

One shot, two shot, three shot, fuck it

Four shot, five shot, six shots, I love it

Jump up and down white boys in here (Ahh)

Chug on a beer

Don't want to party fuck out of here (Ahh)

Let's make it clear

Fuck up your shoes, fuck up your hair, weed in the air (Squad)

Fuck up the club standing on the chair (Squad)

Spraying champagne cause I really don't care (You know)

Nominate me hype man of the year (Waka)

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]

Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

Go crazy, go crazy, go motherfuckin' crazy

Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

Go crazy, go crazy, go motherfuckin' crazy

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]

Pack so loud that I can't hear nothing (Eastside motherfucker)

Come to my town, see if them boys bluffin'

Call for the belly on the celly like b-r-r

Pull up to the telly on Pirellis like sk-r-r

'Locals Only' tatted on my belly

Riding heavy in the Chevy with some felons who can get it (Hold up)

White boy, Black boy all them tats boy

Never rat, boy, that's a fact, boy

I'm a bad boy not a frat boy

Only fuck if that pussy fat boy (Woo)

Love my bitches all my bitches

Titties always out no bra my bitches (Nah)

Thirty naked women getting busy in the kitchen (Yeah)

Whole crib smelling like Popeye's chicken (Woo)

Now what I say, fuck them boys that ain't down with my squad (Bitch)

Middle finger up give a fuck about y'all (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em)

Fuck them boys that ain't down with my squad

Got a hundred motherfuckers outside your yard

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]

Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

Go crazy, go crazy, go motherfuckin' crazy

Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

Go crazy, go crazy, go motherfuckin' crazy