Goin Crazy - DJ Ktone, Mike Smooth, YG

Riding round in the A

In the coupe going crazy

I ain‘t worried bout shit, young nigga I’m rich

It’s fuck you, pay me

Don’t let your ho come around me

Imma take your lady (Imma take your bitch)

Riding round in the A

In the coupe going crazy

Touched down in the A

Maserati to Bugatti, a motherfucker start running from the paparazzi

Got 4 hoes in the pool of my Jacuzzi

Pull up, drop top, Phantom opera a movie

You see the diamonds in my watch, it ain’t a G-Shock

Balenciaga on my feet this ain’t no Reebok

I’m at the W, never ever been to the double tree

Eating steak & shrimp on the yacht, fuck Applebees

Gianni Versace, I come to your city, take over like Nazi

I got hoes from the A to the bay

Riding round and the coupe going crazy

Riding round in my Audi coupe

I dare a nigga look at me wrong, cause I’m gon' shoot

I pass the OG stuffed crust cookie Snoop

I take the pot and eggbeater, they call it cookin' a deuce

When I step inside the ‘rari, call me Crash Bandicoot

Blood diamond came from Africa, call me Al-Farouq

Lil' mama with the big ol' booty, come here

Have you ever been in an 8 passenger leer

She going crazy, private jet going crazy

Told the bitch to give me head in my grandmama’s …

I ain’t give her nothing

Nah, Quavo ain’t a lover

You think I give a fuck about a bitch, I ain’t a sucker

She the past tense, got to make lil' mama absent

Versace, Versace, my fabric

Counting money in the mansion, your girl in the living room dancing

And it don’t take nothing to drop her panties

Quavo!

(Gone!)

Coming down Peachtree in the Aston

With a bad white bitch, Jennifer Aniston

Feeling Molly Santan' again

My neighbors panicking

In my hood, every day I hear an ambulance

Ain’t a damn thing changed, still serving the J’s

Felicia, she want to borrow my microwave

Deebo still in the hood, creeping through your window

I’m fucking Mrs. Parker, took her to Puerto Rico

Me, Craig, and Smokey smoke dope and we be choking

Which watch should I wear today, the heavy Breitling or the Rollie?

Reached in my Robins and I pulled out guacamole

Ain’t have a clue what I was holding, F&N is what I’m toting