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skrell paid - 730 go crazy lyrics

[hook: skrell paid]
feddy gang go crazy
reck fam go crazy
straight cash go crazy
know i keep them glocks around baby
730 go crazy, 730 go crazy
catch a stain late night
he ain’t jacking what im jacking i’ma pop out baby
730 go crazy, 730 go grazy, 730 go crazy
know i keep the glocks round baby
730 go crazy, 730 go crazy
catch a stain late night
he ain’t jacking what im jacking i’ma pop out baby
730 go crazy, 730 go crazy, 730 go crazy
know i keep the glocks round baby
730 go crazy, 730 go crazy
catch a stain late night
he ain’t jacking what im jacking i’ma pop out baby

[verse 1: beezy bundles]
730 go crazy, n-gga i’m like “f-ck you, pay me”
off act got me lazy, [?] and henny got me crazy
a n-gga finna’ turn up
we don’t care, we’ll put them guns up
n-ggas scared the don’t really want war
our dogs mad, they’ll bring it to your door
catch a opp then i swear its a score
on my life, i said it, i swore
[?] i’m letting it raw, for kathy, henny i pour
with the gang, my n-ggas let it blow
sh-t real, we don’t do it for the show
no say its just how the sh-t go
growing up, thats a tag on your toe
n-ggas mad cause i’m smashing they ho
20 bands and a n-gga want more
steve little doing 20 behind the wall
and b-tch i was walking before i crawled
had family stapled to the wall
leave the scene now im [?] at the mall
if you a gangsta then put your guns up
getting money then put your bands up
only night times in the range truck
its all a go, i don’t even give a f-ck
trae pound [?] bark everybody go and duck
four, five, six, now you done lost your luck
if i ain’t got it fp got it tucked
pull up, hop out let sh-t bump
all my n-ggas, all gang never switch up
p-ssy n-ggas be hiding, always slip up

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[verse 2: skrell paid]
all my n-ggas go crazy
know we keep the pipe around baby
in the hood late night, and im fresh off a flight, know i got that 80
so i call up bundles, now we smoking on a jet
and i’m rolling off a pill, man i’m really with the sh-ts, i’ma leave a opp wet
ck told me “chill, get your bands up n-gga, leave these p-ssies in debt”
so i cash out, i’ma spend some bands ot, couple racks then i flex
all my n-ggas 730, all them n-ggas go crazy
catch a hommie on your block, do a drill, do the dash when we pop out baby
easy bring the glock out n-gga, chase cash bring the mop out n-gga
mq in the dip, he be wilding with the sh-t, got the 22 shot round n-gga
all my n-ggas get guap now n-gga
see your guap, hop out with a hitta
i be sending h-lla shots now n-gga
call your b-tch, got the drop, how you figure
730 go crazy, all my n-ggas they be wilding with the sh-t
.44 with the [?] kickstand off the lean i be [?] knocking on my hip
and i grew up in these streets n-gga
and i been had beef, n-ggas know where i be n-gga
p-ssy n-ggas talk sh-t, when they see me in the streets they never f-cking speak n-gga
i just copped a brand new .40, call me hollow tip shorty, i’ma call my gun bleach n-gga
i’ma slide through the hood, call my broski lc, now he [?] deep with us
see a opp, swear to got i’ma spazz out
turned up, i be really in my bag now
couple xans got me tweaking with the mack rounds
hanging out the sunroof with my black out
we be blowing money fast in the trap house
cop a .30 semi auto when we cash out
off the henny, n-ggas don’t know how to act now
get zeus off the loot, it’s a wrap now
pull off in a coupe, he just spazzed out
our gang, we going crazy up in our town
late night shootouts with the trae pound
fell off for a little but i’m back now

[hook]

[verse 3: zeus]
730 go brazy
1090 when a n-gga feeling wavey
don’t lack n-gga, turn up
keep the burner tucked right where my waist be
cause my feddys they be mobbing
straight cash with [?] yeah, i’m on it
grip a .30 i’ma bomb it
ball like steph curry and thompson
what you know about them late nights
i was out here with my n-ggas trynna break light
im a shark [?] swimming with them great whites
door to door kicking in with them tre5’s
like where the cash at n-gga?
where your dope, where your stash at n-gga?
we don’t roll [?] n-gga
skrell out the cut, he gon’ blast that n-gga
got bam with me, got bands with me, got plans with me
got mq, got beezy b, they gon’ blam with me
n-gga turn it up, in your crib like furnaces
smoke gas, pour gas, blow -ss
we gon’ burn it up
like boom n-gga, you ain’t rocking get boomed n-gga
come through n-gga, put some hollows in you n-gga
what the f-ck you mean, now i’m back on my bullsh-t
show no love for p-ssies im packing a full clip

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