Go Crazy (feat. Machine Gun Kelly)
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Bricksquad move that dope, Bricksquad move that dope Ey move that dope, ey move that dope Bricksquad move that dope, Bricksquad move that dope Bricksquad move that dope, ey move that dope Ey move that dope, Bricksquad move that dope Waka Flocka Flame In a trapping hall of fame Ima balla hall of league man I'm calling shots, you calling names I've been rich, homie, some type of way I'm stove top, y'all microwave Take my time, so respect the grind You've seen the threats, my set'll ride Their song pies like a bakery nigga You telling lies, you faking nigga I'm getting love, you hatin nigga I've seen your shows, their faking nigga When you get real, you get the best deals I run way though, treadmill But yell a bitch and I'm fast wheel, and all my published checks ill So I burn and chill, and burn and will And I can give a fuck of somebody's feeling I got work to play I got worth a play Hustle nigga, you gonna learn today I'm an underpaid, don't turn away When I talk to you or the burner spray Lets box it out, Ill beat your ass I see the snakes, I like the grass What chu' know about flipping bricks? Cut the thangs in to chicken strips Hit the strip, stack the cash, count the money, do the math I'm going back to the trap I'm too real, too cool for rap I'm going back to the trap I'm too real, too cool for rap Bricksquad move that dope, Bricksquad move that dope Ey move that dope, ey move that dope Bricksquad move that dope, Bricksquad move that dope Bricksquad move that dope, ey move that dope Ey move that dope, Bricksquad move that dope Bricksquad move that dope, Bricksquad move that dope Ey move that dope, ey move that dope Bricksquad move that dope, Bricksquad move that dope Bricksquad move that dope, ey move that dope Ey move that dope, Bricksquad move that dope Waka Flocka Flame In a trapping hall of fame Ima balla hall of league man I'm calling shots, you calling names I've been rich, homie, some type of way I'm stove top, y'all microwave Take my time, so respect the grind You've seen the threats, my set'll ride Their song pies like a bakery nigga You telling lies, you faking nigga I'm getting love, you hatin nigga I've seen your shows, their faking nigga When you get real, you get the best deals I run way though, treadmill But yell a bitch and I'm fast wheel, and all my published checks ill So I burn and chill, and burn and will And I can give a fuck of somebody's feeling I got work to play I got worth a play Hustle nigga, you gonna learn today I'm an underpaid, don't turn away When I talk to you or the burner spray Lets box it out, Ill beat your ass I see the snakes, I like the grass What chu' know about flipping bricks? Cut the thangs in to chicken strips Hit the strip, stack the cash, count the money, do the math I'm going back to the trap I'm too real, too cool for rap I'm going back to the trap I'm too real, too cool for rap Bricksquad move that dope, Bricksquad move that dope Ey move that dope, ey move that dope Bricksquad move that dope, Bricksquad move that dope Bricksquad move that dope, ey move that dope Ey move that dope, Bricksquad move that dope
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- Duration
- 03:07
- Tempo
- 133 BPM