"Intro" lyrics
Loco, Loco, Loco
Loco, Loco, Loco, ayy (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Bam, I went loco, done crack a nigga head
Makin' serves in the four-door, watch out for the feds
Boy, some bitch just hit my line, told her, "Can I get some head?"
She say, "Yeah," now she slurpin', slurpin' 'til I go to bed
Put some money on his head, I think the friend got him
Rock a nigga out to sleep, I think the bed got him
Put him on the Channel 3, I think you read 'bout him
I'm a Crip, lil' mama, I don't need no red bottoms
I saw a opp yesterday, I let it pop in his face
Headshot him, cold case, shots fired like Drake
Hundred round drum in your face, talkin' that shit, you get put in your place
I'm in the kitchen with kishes and Grapes, UBC hit up, they screamin' our name
You want that beat, let's collide, I don't think you gon' survive
My niggas, they ready to ride, they get to swattin' some shit like some flies
Freaky bitch waitin' outside, talkin' 'bout she gettin' tired
Shut up before you get fired, you just my bust it baby like Plies
I ain't talkin' inside, I'm about to stretch him
Knew he was a bitch from the first day I met him
Wanna be a dog, I'ma let these bullets pet him
Walk on the scene, pulled off in a stretcher
Flexin', I'm a finesser
I do not hug a caresser
Fire got no soul like Nutty Professor
My bitch a savage, I call her Tugesa
Ayy
Savage, I call her Tugesa
Savage, savage, savage, I call her Tugesa
Yeah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
You know what going on, man
Loco, Loco, Loco, Loco
Loco, Loco, Loco, ayy (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Bam, I went loco, done crack a nigga head
Makin' serves in the four-door, watch out for the feds
Boy, some bitch just hit my line, told her, "Can I get some head?"
She say, "Yeah," now she slurpin', slurpin' 'til I go to bed
Put some money on his head, I think the friend got him
Rock a nigga out to sleep, I think the bed got him
Put him on the Channel 3, I think you read 'bout him
I'm a Crip, lil' mama, I don't need no red bottoms
I saw a opp yesterday, I let it pop in his face
Headshot him, cold case, shots fired like Drake
Hundred round drum in your face, talkin' that shit, you get put in your place
I'm in the kitchen with kishes and Grapes, UBC hit up, they screamin' our name
You want that beat, let's collide, I don't think you gon' survive
My niggas, they ready to ride, they get to swattin' some shit like some flies
Freaky bitch waitin' outside, talkin' 'bout she gettin' tired
Shut up before you get fired, you just my bust it baby like Plies
I ain't talkin' inside, I'm about to stretch him
Knew he was a bitch from the first day I met him
Wanna be a dog, I'ma let these bullets pet him
Walk on the scene, pulled off in a stretcher
Flexin', I'm a finesser
I do not hug a caresser
Fire got no soul like Nutty Professor
My bitch a savage, I call her Tugesa
Ayy
Savage, I call her Tugesa
Savage, savage, savage, I call her Tugesa
Yeah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
You know what going on, man
Loco, Loco, Loco, Loco
