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Artiste : Big30
Titre : Shit Crazy Remix
[BIG30, Gucci Mane, & Sett]
(Twysted Genius, baby)
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
(What it do, 30?)
Blrrrd

Wop
Yeah (Sett)

[Sett]
Fuck the opps crazy (Crazy)
Motion in the city, movin´ dope just like the ´80s (That work)
More guns than the Navy
Never wrote a statement (No)
Go check out them pages (That paperwork)
Amiri jeans crazy (Designer)
High class, nothin´ basic (Basic)
Cookout Runtz, I´m facin´ (Packed ´em)
Diamonds hittin´, glacier (Ice)
Widebody spacious (Spacious)
Fresh up out the can, Icy Gang Sett got ´em hatin´ (Hatin´-ass nigga)
Nigga, you owe me, pay me, seen too much, I´m takin´ (Pay me, buster-ass nigga)

Still gon´ hop in the Wraith for that bacon (Yep), hop out, gang done faced him, baow
Run with the members, the mafia, reach for my chain, I pop him (Glued his ass)
Completed whole lot of missions, half of that shit was impossible (Impossible)
Thirty deep from the opps, Scat Pack shakin´ they houses, yeah
Trooper tryna get behind me, out of there, couldn´t even stop it
Bitch, fuck the opps crazy
Yeah (Yeah)

[BIG30]
Man, man, this shit crazy (Crazy, crazy)
I´m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors (Blrrrd, they flavors)
This murder shit ain´t nothin´ to me, whackin´ shit on the daily (This shit a daily)

Lil´ bitch say she ain´t heard of me, told the lil´ bitch she gave it (Man, ho, you gave it)
Still trappin´ up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager

[Gucci Mane & BIG30]
I see these niggas 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 front security (´Curity), your bodyguard ain´t scarin´ me (No)
Put your friend in therapy, you know I did, he barely lived (Grrt)
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 niggas 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 fours and babies in my house, I´m like a babysitter (A babysitter)
Gucci Mane and shiesty twins, we bait him in, then play the nigga (Slime)
Machine gun friends, twin F&N´s (Slatt), stand on ten, I raised the nigga (Brrt)
Shoot him first, then did the verse, my bank account go crazy, nigga (Let´s go)
Police keep on tasin´ niggas, one shot kill, amazed the nigga (Amazed the nigga)
Shiesty, that´s my Dirk Nowitzki, ain´t no way I´m tradin´ the nigga (Can´t trade ´em in)

No shade, I´m too rich to fade, he ran up, so I blazed the nigga

[BIG30 & Mac Critter]
Man, man, this shit crazy (Crazy, crazy)
I´m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors (Blrrrd, they flavors)
This murder shit ain´t nothin´ to me, whackin´ shit on the daily (This shit a daily)
Lil´ bitch say she ain´t heard of me, told the lil´ bitch she gave it (Man, ho, you gave it)
Still trappin´ up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager (Yeah)

[Mac Critter]
1017 hundred, they like, "Mac Critter just gave it" (Gave it)
I know the opps sittin´ back, lookin´ like, "That shit crazy" (Crazy)

7th Street nigga (7th Street), but a North Memphis baby (Baby)
Switches hit him, leave him lazy (Grrt, boom, boom)
Cut him off by his navel (Boom)
Still servin´ the neighbors (Neighbors)
Thick-ass ho, won´t save her (Nah)
I put on that Vlone, any occasion (Drip, sauce)
When I´m in the Benz or the Scat, like to race it (Race it)
She like liquor and I like Wock´ (Wock´)
Spinnin´ the city all night with an opp (Yeah)
All that blue money make a ho flop (Flop)
Ho gon´ go and that´s off top (Top)
You a ho just like your daddy (Popped)
Whole Memphis know we crashin´ (Brr)
Ain´t got no motion, ain´t havin´ no action
Pretty-ass ho, she thick, I´m smashin´ (On God)

Thick-ass ho, on God, I´m smashin´
These niggas scared, runnin´ from that smoke, when I see the opps, I´m clashin´

[BIG30]
Man, man, this shit crazy (Crazy, crazy)
I´m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors (Blrrrd, they flavors)
This murder shit ain´t nothin´ to me, whackin´ shit on the daily (This shit a daily)
Lil´ bitch say she ain´t heard of me, told the lil´ bitch she gave it (Man, ho, you gave it)
Still trappin´ up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager

(Twysted Genius, baby)
(What it do, 30?)