SugarHill Keem - Get Crazy lyrics
[SugarHill Keem - Get Crazy lyrics]
Oh you get crazy?
Oh, all right, so shake that shit
Oh you crazy? I’m crazier too
After we rump, bitch you gotta move
Roscoe shoot, I’m throwin’ it too
You shootin’ at me, I’m shootin’ at you
So bitch, so you better move
We DOAK and we comin’ through
How I’m lack if I’m totin’ on move?
Matter fact, I’m bringin’ the goons
And my niggas gon’ shake up the room
You bigger than me, then you gettin’ boomed
(I ain’t fightin’, this gun make you move
Like)
(I ain’t fightin’, this gun make you move
Like)
(Call up thotty, come shake up the room)
I’m comin’ wit Bree and she comin’ wit move
Like
First off, you can come make a move, like
(Like, glah glah)
You a Flocka? Don’t come to the room
You think shit sweet, we knockin’ you too
Number one, better stick to ya roots
Number two, and you better shoot, like
And three, and you better move, like
Sha be buggin’ he’ll knock at her too, like
Opp thot, she know what to do, like
After we fuck, bitch you gotta move
Like what
Think shit sweet we knockin’ you too
You crazy bitch, so you better move
Big opp thot, she gettin’ it too
After we rump, kick her outta’ the stu’
Try to line me bitch you gettin’ shot
Fuck Nazi, that boy in a box
Ayo E wit the dot, for you, I’ma let it flock
(Why these niggas, they cap on the block?)
(Like, we not the ones rushin’
In the shots like) like, what?
Smokin’ everything dead
(Nigga everything shot)
(Bitch what the fuck)
New opp came wit no drip
Why the fuck you keep dissin’ and shit
And if I see that bitch
I’ma give her the dick
And it’s 5th to the Sev y’all not gon hit
Fuck Blay, he got kicked in his shit
I know a opp that died wit his grip
And Dougie got shot in his leg
What the fuck? Ayo Nazi, lil nigga get up
D’s on my block, I ain’t tossin’ this gun
And ya bitch wanna kick, get a rump
(Smokin’ all deads)
Oh you crazy? I’m crazier too
After we rump, bitch you gotta move
Roscoe shoot, I’m throwin’ it too
You shootin’ at me, I’m shootin’ at you
So bitch, so you better move
We DOAK and we comin’ through
How I’m lack if I’m totin’ on move?
Matter fact, I’m bringin’ the goons
Oh, all right, so shake that shit
Oh you crazy? I’m crazier too
After we rump, bitch you gotta move
Roscoe shoot, I’m throwin’ it too
You shootin’ at me, I’m shootin’ at you
So bitch, so you better move
We DOAK and we comin’ through
How I’m lack if I’m totin’ on move?
Matter fact, I’m bringin’ the goons
And my niggas gon’ shake up the room
You bigger than me, then you gettin’ boomed
(I ain’t fightin’, this gun make you move
Like)
(I ain’t fightin’, this gun make you move
Like)
(Call up thotty, come shake up the room)
I’m comin’ wit Bree and she comin’ wit move
Like
First off, you can come make a move, like
(Like, glah glah)
You a Flocka? Don’t come to the room
You think shit sweet, we knockin’ you too
Number one, better stick to ya roots
Number two, and you better shoot, like
And three, and you better move, like
Sha be buggin’ he’ll knock at her too, like
Opp thot, she know what to do, like
After we fuck, bitch you gotta move
Like what
Think shit sweet we knockin’ you too
You crazy bitch, so you better move
Big opp thot, she gettin’ it too
After we rump, kick her outta’ the stu’
Try to line me bitch you gettin’ shot
Fuck Nazi, that boy in a box
Ayo E wit the dot, for you, I’ma let it flock
(Why these niggas, they cap on the block?)
(Like, we not the ones rushin’
In the shots like) like, what?
Smokin’ everything dead
(Nigga everything shot)
(Bitch what the fuck)
New opp came wit no drip
Why the fuck you keep dissin’ and shit
And if I see that bitch
I’ma give her the dick
And it’s 5th to the Sev y’all not gon hit
Fuck Blay, he got kicked in his shit
I know a opp that died wit his grip
And Dougie got shot in his leg
What the fuck? Ayo Nazi, lil nigga get up
D’s on my block, I ain’t tossin’ this gun
And ya bitch wanna kick, get a rump
(Smokin’ all deads)
Oh you crazy? I’m crazier too
After we rump, bitch you gotta move
Roscoe shoot, I’m throwin’ it too
You shootin’ at me, I’m shootin’ at you
So bitch, so you better move
We DOAK and we comin’ through
How I’m lack if I’m totin’ on move?
Matter fact, I’m bringin’ the goons