Gucci Mane - Shit Crazy lyrics

[Intro: BIG30 & Gucci Mane] (Twysted Genius, baby) (What it do, 30?) Blrrrd Wop Huh? Yeah Man [Chorus: BIG30] Man, this sh*t crazy (Crazy) I'm in Miami wit' Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors (Like flavors) This murder sh*t ain't nothin' to me, whackin' sh*t on the daily Lil' b*tch say she ain't heard of me (Man, who you?), told the lil' b*tch she gave it Still trappin' up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager [Verse 1: Gucci Mane & BIG30] I see these ni**as hatin', I ain't losin' sleep about it, though (No) Members creep like TLC, .223 shells out the Jeep (Blrrrd) No one gon' take care of me the way that I take care of me (Take care of me) Get booked in from security ('Curity), your bodyguard ain't scarin' me (No) Put your friend in therapy, you know I did it, barely live (Grrra) Askin' me, "Take care of it," I squash it if I pay the bill (Pay the bill) I don't play detective games, they play, no, I don't play with them (Play with them) I don't free-pick ni**as, when I beef, or show no favoritism (No favoritism) Lil' boy still need training wheels, these army guns, not baby pistols (Baby pistols) All these folks and babies in my house, I'm like a babysitter (A babysitter) Gucci Mane and shiesty twins, we bait 'em and then play the ni**a (Slime) Machine gun friends, twin F&N's (Slatt), stand on ten, I raised the ni**a (Brrra) Shootin' first, then did the verse, my bank account go crazy, ni**a (Let's go) Police keep on tazin' ni**as, one shot kill, amazed the ni**a (Amazed the ni**a) Shiesty, that's my Dirk Nowitzki, ain't no way I'm tradin', ni**a (Can't trade 'em in) No shade, I'm too rich to fade, he ran up, so I blazed the ni**a (Man) [Chorus: BIG30] Man, this sh*t crazy (Crazy) I'm in Miami wit' Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors (Like flavors) This murder sh*t ain't nothin' to me, whackin' sh*t on the daily Lil' b*tch say she ain't heard of me (Man, who you?), told the lil' b*tch she gave it Still trappin' up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager [Verse 2: BIG30] Sent your mama to snitch on me, man, these ni**as some b*tches (They b*tches) Makin' posts, sendin' threats and sh*t, where I'm from, man, that's snitchin' (They snitchin') Might jump out on your block with the semi and get to tickin' (Brrra, brrra) Race to you with this choppa, stand over you 'til you finished My ni**as ig'nant (They ig'nant), so many choppas in one car, man, look, this sh*t ridiculous (This sh*t ridiculous) We drove fourteen hours from Memphis (From Memphis) with dope and some Glizzies (Some Glizzies) We keep steppin' and keep on spinnin', we constantly be sinnin' (Sinnin') Choppa Gang run the city Man [Chorus: BIG30] Man, this sh*t crazy (Crazy) I'm in Miami wit' Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors (Like flavors) This murder sh*t ain't nothin' to me, whackin' sh*t on the daily Lil' b*tch say she ain't heard of me (Man, who you?), told the lil' b*tch she gave it Still trappin' up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager