[Intro]
Jordan, what the fuck?
[Chorus: Nasty C]
I go loco (Hey, hey)
Loco (Hey, hey)
Loco (Hey, hey)
Loco (Go crazy, hey, hey)
Loco (Hey, hey)
Loco (Hey, hey)
Loco (Go crazy)
Loco (Go-go)
[Post-Chorus: Nasty C]
In the bank, in the mall and in the bed (Hey, hey)
I wasn’t coughin’ but still I took me some meds (Hey, hey)
I jump off of the stage, look how I bled (Okay)
Yeah yeah, I ain’t scared, I ain’t scared (Okay)
Pop a bottle, I take it straight to the head
My nigga chill, I just passed out, I ain’t dead (Uh huh)
Never know what it took for me to get some bread (Uh huh)
Whole lotta blood, sweat and tears getting shed
[Refrain: Nasty C]
I gotta go loco (Hey, hey)
Loco (Hey, hey)
Loco (Go crazy)
Loco (Go-go)
[Verse 1: Nasty C]
I said the minute that I realised I was in a pickle and life was too fickle
I had to leave home, I didn’t wait for my dismissal
Bitter-sweet moment, me and Pop had some issues
Took the game over, Ah-ah, it was simple
Glowed my wrist up (Yeah), then glowed my bitch up (Yeah)
Then friends start to switch up, of course they did
I just never knew that it would hurt like this
At 24 1 thought I’d seen the lowest pits
Then 25 hit and I’m like “Holy shit”
Need a cigarette, lethi folish, bitch
Protectin’ my net like a goalie (Go), bitch
Protectin’ my mind, gimme solace bitch (Yeah)
Protectin’ my mind, gimme solace (Yeah)
That’s where I’m spendin’ my time, gimme dollars
That’s where I’m endin’ my night, gimme models
[Chorus: Nasty C]
I go loco (Hey, hey)
Loco (Hey, hey)
Loco (Hey, hey)
Loco (Go crazy, hey, hey)
Loco (Hey, hey)
Loco (Hey, hey)
Loco (Go crazy)
Loco (Go-go)
[Post-Chorus: Nasty C]
In the bank, in the mall and in the bed (Hey, hey)
I wasn’t coughin’ but still I took me some meds (Hey, hey)
I jump off of the stage, look how I bled (Okay)
Yeah yeah, I ain’t scared, I ain’t scared (Okay)
Pop a bottle, I take it straight to the head
My nigga chill, I just passed out, I ain’t dead (Uh huh)
Never know what it took for me to get some bread (Uh huh)
Whole lotta blood, sweat and tears getting shed
[Refrain: Nasty C]
I gotta go loco (Hey, hey)
Loco (Hey, hey)
Loco (Go crazy)
Loco (Go-go)
[Verse 2: Cassper Nyovest]
I gotta, I gotta go loco
That’s how I feel when I look at old photos
A nigga used to be as dirty as a homo
And we were ridin’ ’round the city in a Polo
And now I got a chance and I gotta make sure (Gotta make sure)
That we get bands and a Pesos (Lotta of Pesos)
Used to tell my friends “Osa wara my chommie”
Now we make sense, lendaba yayizolo, lendaba yayizolo
‘Cause we was ridin’ in a Benz last night
If I meet her then she gonna let me bang that night
You know [?] always gotta get the standard right
Rich nigga, 8 figure she said “That’s my type”
She say “That’s my type”
Waist line, tight
Bass line, hype
We might, slide, slide
[Chorus: Nasty C]
I go loco (Hey, hey)
Loco (Hey, hey)
Loco (Hey, hey)
Loco (Go crazy, hey, hey)
Loco (Hey, hey)
Loco (Hey, hey)
Loco (Go crazy)
Loco (Go-go)
[Post-Chorus: Nasty C]
In the bank, in the mall and in the bed (Hey, hey)
I wasn’t coughin’ but still I took me some meds (Hey, hey)
I jump off of the stage, look how I bled (Okay)
Yeah yeah, I ain’t scared, I ain’t scared (Okay)
Pop a bottle, I take it straight to the head
My nigga chill, I just passed out, I ain’t dead (Uh huh)
Never know what it took for me to get some bread (Uh huh)
Whole lotta blood, sweat and tears getting shed
[Refrain: Nasty C]
I gotta go loco (Hey, hey)
Loco (Hey, hey)
Loco (Go crazy)
Loco (Go-go)
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