BAMMAN - Boutta Go Crazy Lyrics

Where the f*ck is Churro
Where the f*ck is Churro
My weed smell like B.O
I get high to keep y'all below
I'm so amazing, yeah, like we know
Boutta go crazy, please turn the beat on
Don't speak on me and my ego
No amigos, and I don't even need hoes
Smoke pre-rolls, then drink Tito's
Can't have just one lay, no Frito
I spit flames in the booth, take J's to the coop
Smoke up, then bang in the stu
Fake fame for the views, name names you through
AK and big guns spray into you
Make way for the kids first day making moves
Stay straight, I'll admit that Jay couldn't do
They stay doing shit no gay could approve
They may be a little bit late in the loop
Lil hoe, I'm packing a spliff
When my gun blow, don't ration the clip
I'm faster than fast in the whip
I'm facts over fibs
If he talk back, I'm smacking your kid
Unfasten the belt, ass hurt when he sit
I'm asking for help, bastard wanna split
I'm rich, no shit, I'm passing a brick
I'm gay, but she still asking for pics
None of this money is new to me
Got jewelry on like it's glue to me
All of my hunnids in unity
I do not give a f*ck what you gon do to me
Give me the nudity
Have mercy, bitch gon squirt
Good thing I'm thirsty
If he ask, can we get dirty
I'll say sure like I'm from Jersey
Lil' bitch, I'm lifting the beat up
Running this shit like a cheetah
I f*ck with bitches like PETA
Run up get beat up
Give me my check like Nike
Blow three lines like Adidas
T'd up, no bitch, we cannot meet up
Stank-ass redhead bitch like Reba
Don't be a diva, f*cking my freedom
Yeah, I like dudes, but I don't even need em
Got a back rub from a bad bitch
In the back of a Maybach
On the way back to the crib
In the bathtub with about six fags
Getting ass clapped if they tap out
I'm getting next