2 Chainz, You Fuckin’ Crazy Motherfuckas know I’m Fuckin’ Crazy Fuck wrong with these bitches lately? Bitches better get on they knees and praise me Bitch I rep that Rich Gang Where’s Stunna? Where’s Wayne? That’s red on my wristband, SB, Mack Maine Tell Tyga, lookin for this bitch called Blac Chyna Take a nigga bitch in a hot flash, metapause hot flash Yes that’s why I’m crowned Queen And I ain’t looking for the Prom King These hoes’ career’s ain’t promising Killing these bitches, crime scene Oooh, that’s how a bitch do it Fifty black trucks gon’ follow when I pull up Dick shit hit you in the chin like a pull up My door so cocky, my door so stuck up Oooh, hop up out the space car Bitches stay pressed, I call them a spacebar Man I wish a bitch would, hundred-thousand dollar engine, I wish a bitch could.