Gucci Mane Trap Goin Crazy song lyrics

Trap Going Crazy

Going Crazy

Going Crazy

This Bitch Bunkin'

Da Work Came Early

On Thursday

So Friday

Im Gettin Money

Checks Came Next Day

On Saturday

It’s Pay Day

The J's Commin'

Sunday My Off Day, I Ball all Day, Smoke All Day, And Then Stuntin Nigga Week End

I Am a gucci mane guzel, bangin like a center my dimiand necklace swangin like the glitter In minal

Index look like christmas, pinky cold as winter

See the frozen crystals when I hit da Cigarillo

Remeber ima Gee and its not like washin gener wizzle

Not from Pittsburgh, PA but a your girl on my pestila

In my red ferrarri sittin on spinaz tinited windows

Blinkin like a blinker on the seats of my intiial

Probly seekin u can see me wit deez PuertoRicans

In bikini it look like ima cheatin cuz im trick or treatin

Sittin on spinneys in my lambergini While you dreamers guenie

As im leaning and the carrage gleaming and the sun is beamin Gucci….

Sunday My Off Day, I Ball all Day, Smoke All Day, And Then Stuntin Nigga Week End

The Red Guy Is Rollin So It’s Hotter Than A Sona

All The Boys And Girls Gotta Get Up Off The Corner

Feds Got Ya Picture And Your Partna Snitchin ON Ya

Baby Moma Bitchin And She wishin That You Crumble

Pounds IN A TRash Bag Tell Me Whats The Number

Pillz In A Nap Sack, Chickens in the Hummer

Trap House Bunkin I Dun Made Another Hundred

You Better Count Ya Money Cause Its Christmas in The Summer

A hundred eight Degress Ill have you Outside in a bummer

Da Middle Of July I Make It Winter IN The summer

Cociena Clinet Got It Snowing Like Nebraska

Zone 6 east Atlanta Man We Call This Shit Alaska

Sunday My Off Day, I Ball all Day, Smoke All Day, And Then Stuntin Nigga Week End

Im In da Kitchen Homie Whippin Up A Duce

Niggas Lookin Sick I Call It chicken Noodle Soup

Chickens In The living Room We call It the chicken room

Birds everywhere lookin Like Atlanta Zoo

Pounds in a Stash Bag Chickens in da coop

Birds like a pet Shop pigeons on the roof

Workin with da fork turn a 1 into a 2

Half ya niggas snitchin' gotta watch out for ya crew

Find me on two eighty five flyin around the loop

If you want to smoke holla at me for the fruits

If You want the Ikk's Holla At me for a Few

I'm Standing over pots like ya momma cookin' food

Sunday My Off Day, I Ball all Day, Smoke All Day, And Then Stuntin Nigga Week End