Hook

Went from queuing up to throwing racks
If I spend a bag I make it back
Now they asking who the fuck I am
I’m that crazy motherfucker from the gram

Verse 1 (Kristen Hanby)

You see the life I’m living lovely
You see the drink I’m sipping bubbly
You see the way I’m living comfy
Now everybody say they love me

They said I wouldn’t make it but i did
Like why the fuck they hating on the kid
Yeah I put my life into this shit
So course I’m gonna die for this shit

Went from crazy vids to making music
Just to show them all just how I do it
Said I couldn’t so I had to prove it
Now they say my life is like a movie


Hook
Went from queuing up to throwing racks
If I spend a bag I make it back
Now they asking who the fuck I am
I’m that crazy motherfucker from the gram

Went from queuing up to throwing racks
If I spend a bag I make it back
Now they asking who the fuck I am
I’m that crazy motherfucker from the gram

Verse 2 (Soulja Boy)

I’m that crazy motherfucker from the gram
Pull up and go made 7 million 2010
Two two three hit his chin
Audemar cost a rarri
Pinkey ring cost a Bentley
Young draco that my name
You a dub not a win
Drop the top of the gotti and know that I lost it
Just a Young n***a and you know that I be saucin
Trapped out the Aston Martin
Drizzy be geek up like Carlton
Me and Hanby in Miami
Roll up a back wood at the Grammys
Niggers sit down can’t stand me
I made a mil I ain’t paying
Your girl jumping out her panties
Beef with Draco I throw a temper tantrum
Backwood soft green lantern
Bust down a star ring round Saturn
Get money fuck a hoe is a pattern
Young draco Sharp just like dagger
No one in the cartier got swagger
Bugatti on cc they call it atom
N***a got lit up like a candle
Hook

Went from queuing up to throwing racks
If I spend a bag I make it back
Now they asking who the fuck I am
I’m that crazy motherfucker from the gram

Went from queuing up to throwing racks
If I spend a bag I make it back
Now they asking who the fuck I am
I’m that crazy motherfucker from the gram

Verse 3 (Kristen Hanby)

Tracksuit that always matches top to toe
So iced out looks like a walked through a now
And fuck the fame, I’m stacking for the fam
And fuck the lames, they stacking for the gram

I’m always popping bottles like I’m out in Vegas
The way I’m turning up they no I’m famous
I spend a yearly wage just on my trainers
Now I’m balling like a shooter from the lakers

I got that crazy money, that make a chick go bad
I got that crazy money, that make a chick go mad
I got that crazy money, that make a chick go bad
I got that crazy money, that make a chick go mad
Hook

Went from queuing up to throwing racks
If I spend a bag I make it back
Now they asking who the fuck I am
I’m that crazy motherfucker from the gram

Went from queuing up to throwing racks
If I spend a bag I make it back
Now they asking who the fuck I am
I’m that crazy motherfucker from the gram