6ix9ine, Hudson Flo - GO CRAZY lyrics

I have a dream

Throw the wrong fingers up
Pistols getting finger fucked
Nigga try to act tough
Hit him with the Mac Truck
Body bag, zip him up, 40 clip, rip him up
Other side, they ain't tough
Our side fuck it up

Niggas my gang, when the thing go bang
Roll the window down, let me do my thang
I go insane, hit him in his brain
That boy a stain
Y'ada niggas bluff, y'all niggas ain't tough
I know some Bloods, they wet you up
That's just because, boy, fuck you thought?
Nigga, my hands don't talk, nigga
My bite don't bark
Fuck you thought? Nigga, you ain't no star
You slide up, get lock jawed
I came to the block, I paid for the Glock
Gunshot, gunshot, one time, one time
I paid for the rocks, I stuffed the socks
One sale, one sale, top notch, top notch
I run up on nigga, go ape a nigga
No face, no trace, no case on nigga
Black switchblade to the face of a nigga
Never ever will I catch a fade from a nigga
Boy, fuck you thought? My squad go crazy
Try and put us in cages, can't contain us
My block go crazy, my squad go crazy (Squad)

Throw the wrong fingers up
Pistols getting finger fucked
Nigga try to act tough
Hit him with the Mac Truck
Body bag, zip him up, 40 clip, rip him up
Other side, they ain't tough
Our side fuck it up

But I got that juice
(Huh?) , and I got that sauce (Huh?)
My squad go crazy, ain't scared to shoot
(Boom) what the fuck you thought? (What?)
If you on that stoop, you droppin' Ks (Ah)
And you take a loss, let me call my troops
Oh, you think you warrin'? (What?)
We'll take you off, yeah
Them things get tossed (Rrah)
Catch me I'm whipping, I'm spinning the block
Catch him in the shoulder
I'm spinning an opp (Let's get it)
Nowadays we sinning a lot
Prolly why my gang winning the pot (Uh, huh)
Gotta take risks
You know they say crime pays
I'm trying to paid like nine
Ways and I'll find ways
When it's time it's time, can't time fade
(Nope) but I gotta keep moving (What?)
These boys steady looking close while
I'm looking for 'em
Pull up on the block (Woo)
Hop out at the bodega, they lookin' hard
I'm looking fly like I took their card
(Uh, huh) hopped out, then they took it all
But none of my shit
Only thing he took was a clip
That he took at heart (Damn)

Throw the wrong fingers up
Pistols getting finger fucked
Nigga try to act tough
Hit him with the Mac Truck
Body bag, zip him up, 40 clip, rip him up
Other side, they ain't tough
Our side fuck it up