More songs by Waka Flocka Flame
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Description
Composer, Lyricist: Juaquin Malphurs
Lyrics and translation
Original
A crafter.
Fatality.
What's up, punk?
Green Squad.
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy.
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go motherfucking crazy.
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy.
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy.
Go motherfucking crazy. I'm a, I'm a hustler, you lazy.
If it make you get money, go crazy. Yeah, them streets really raised me. Shout out to them 80s babies.
Shout out to them 90s babies.
Yeah, my car start jumping up and down, going crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy. Now yell out, "Fuck you paying me?
" M-m-m-mosh pit, mosh pit, everything in this bitch. M-m-mosh pit, mosh pit, everything in this bitch.
Monopoly, when I drink Fireball, I go crazy.
One shot, two shot, three shot, fuck it. Four shot, five shot, six shots, I love it.
Jump up and down, wide boys in here. Chug on the beer, don't wanna party. Fuck outta here, let's make it clear.
Fuck up your shoes, fuck up your hair. Weed in the air, fuck up the club.
Stand on a chair, spray champagne 'cause I really don't care.
Nominate me Hype Man of the Year. Waka Flocka.
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy.
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go motherfucking crazy.
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy.
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go motherfucking crazy.
-Pack so loud that I can't hear nothing. -Eastside motherfucker.
Call up my town, say your damn boy bluffing.
Cars like a belly on the celly like brr. Pull up to the telly on Pirellis like brr.
Local homie petting on my belly, riding heavy in a Chevy with some felons who can get it. Come now.
Rat boy, rat boy, all them tats, boy. Never rat, boy, that's a fact, boy.
I'm a bad boy, not a frat boy. Only fuck up that pussy fat boy. Love my bitches, all my bitches.
Titties always out, no bra my bitches. 30 naked women getting busy in the kitchen.
Whole crib smelling like Popeye's Chicken. Woo. Now what I say?
Fuck them boys ain't -down with my squad. -Bitch.
Middle finger up, give a fuck 'bout y'all.
-Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em all.
-I said fuck them boys ain't down with my squad.
-Brr. -Got 100 motherfuckers outside your yard.
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy.
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go motherfucking crazy. Squad.
English translation
A crafter.
Fatality.
What's up, punk?
Green Squad.
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy.
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go motherfucking crazy.
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy.
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy.
Go motherfucking crazy. I'm a, I'm a hustler, you lazy.
If it make you get money, go crazy. Yeah, them streets really raised me. Shout out to them 80s babies.
Shout out to them 90s babies.
Yeah, my car start jumping up and down, going crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy. Now yell out, "Fuck you paying me?
" M-m-m-mosh pit, mosh pit, everything in this bitch. M-m-mosh pit, mosh pit, everything in this bitch.
Monopoly, when I drink Fireball, I go crazy.
One shot, two shot, three shot, fuck it. Four shot, five shot, six shots, I love it.
Jump up and down, wide boys in here. Chug on the beer, don't wanna party. Fuck outta here, let's make it clear.
Fuck up your shoes, fuck up your hair. Weed in the air, fuck up the club.
Stand on a chair, spray champagne 'cause I really don't care.
Nominate me Hype Man of the Year. Waka Flocka.
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy.
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go motherfucking crazy.
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy.
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go motherfucking crazy.
-Pack so loud that I can't hear nothing. -Eastside motherfucker.
Call up my town, say your damn boy bluffing.
Cars like a belly on the celly like brr. Pull up to the telly on Pirellis like brr.
Local homie petting on my belly, riding heavy in a Chevy with some felons who can get it. Come now.
Rat boy, rat boy, all them tats, boy. Never rat, boy, that's a fact, boy.
I'm a bad boy, not a frat boy. Only fuck up that pussy fat boy. Love my bitches, all my bitches.
Titties always out, no bra my bitches. 30 naked women getting busy in the kitchen.
Whole crib smelling like Popeye's Chicken. Woo. Now what I say?
Fuck them boys ain't -down with my squad. -Bitch.
Middle finger up, give a fuck 'bout y'all.
-Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em all.
-I said fuck them boys ain't down with my squad.
-Brr. -Got 100 motherfuckers outside your yard.
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy.
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go motherfucking crazy. Squad.