Go Crazy
(Chorus)
Damn
Put your hands up baby
Yougin making songs
Make them girls go crazy
I do it all for the payment
Born 93 but my girl from the 80's
I be in my Nike shit, with some fresh jeans
Young boy ballin god damn I need an ESPY
Sittin up plotting how I'm gonna make my next cheese
Chilling with my new girl thinking about my ex feez.
(Verse 1)
Same shit from 8th grade rocking SB's, switched up my program
Now I got more fans I ain't never cocky but I'm feeling like a grown man
Did my own thing tryna provide for my old man
And my momma working some now some .. I'm just tryna make a mil so she can get some sun tans
So when you holla at me only talk one thing money in my pocket man cause I don't want no friends
Got enough broking heart and niggas turned enemies that focus on everything they pretend to be.
I met an actress I think she was feeling me, but she's an actress so who knows we gone see
Young CV, might catch me in a white tee, Jordans and a gold chain, Illmatic through my Dre Beats
If this was 98 I would have been on The Chronic
Youngest nigga in LA spittin that Hooked on Phonics. Veggies.
(Chorus)
Put your hands up baby
Yougin making songs
Make them girls go crazy
I do it all for the payment
Born 93 but my girl from the 80's
I be in my Nike shit, with some fresh jeans
Young boy ballin god damn I need an ESPY
Sittin up plotting how I'm gonna make my next cheese
Chilling with my new girl thinking about my ex feez.
(Verse 2)
I swear you living off lies, man I live off logic and I am gonna live through my bro cause he in college.
But I'm killing all these and I'm out world touring setout to age 13 was my first time recording.
Shoutout to Auntie Dee-Dee Introduce me to the OC living by the ocean made life make more sense.
And my cousin Josh told me always ride tints, cause these streets of LA always give you problems.
But we on that fresh shit, catch me with the best chick
Introduced in 07, thought of in 06
30,000 on me man we all keep some ladys.
I got a Odd Future, shoutout to Wolf Haley
That's Tyler, The Creator give a damn about a hater
This my city, I'm the mayor, world spins cause that paper
Tiptoes in my sneakers, if she down imma keep her
That lame boy hating, imma put him in a sleeper. Damn.
(Chorus)
Put your hands up baby
Yougin making songs
Make them girls go crazy
I do it all for the payment
Born 93 but my girl from the 80's
I be in my Nike shit, with some fresh jeans
Young boy ballin god damn I need an ESPY
Sittin up plotting how I'm gonna make my next cheese
Chilling with my new girl thinking about my ex feez.