Crazy Brazy
A$AP Mob Lyrics


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Woah, woah, yo
Woah, woah, woah

I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don't be talking to me crazy
Don't be talking to me crazy
Don't be talking to me crazy
Don't be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine to your mind
Don't talk to me brazy
Don't talk to me brazy
Don't talk to me brazy
Don't talk to me brazy

I don't want no conversation
I don't need explanation
Shoot with no hesitation
They do it for a reputation
They don't play me on the station
Press 'em like detonation
Want more jelly than a Mason
Man I'm rocky like a caveman
We rock I'm a rockstar
Try to cuff me like a cop car
Try to play me like a popstar
That's how you get not far
All my cus, niggas crazy
All my bloods, niggas brazy
Might just drop in on a Wednesday
Been the shit designer wavy
Don't talk back, just give me face
I got nines on my waist
Hide them lines in the place
I don't care
I'm with Flacko, you on flakka
You got guns but won't pop 'em
I send niggas to the doctor
I don't care
Sandman tan money bag, drag, slash bag man
Baghdad land
Talk back, get back slapped with a back hand
Black man, black hand side
Anti everything since Yams died
In dodge van by NY
No who, what, where, why, when

I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don't be talking to me crazy
Don't be talking to me crazy
Don't be talking to me crazy
Don't be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine to your mind
Don't talk to me brazy
Don't talk to me brazy
Don't talk to me brazy
Don't talk to me brazy

Hundred thousand dollar nightmare
If I wanna take a flight there
Man fuck it spend a life here
Young thuggin in some Nike Airs
Bicken Back Being Bool, baby
Layin' back by the pool, baby
Bumpin' that shit too wavy
Counting stacks shit too brazy
Walk around with a bag on me
Walk around with a flag on me
Bickin back I got mad homies
Joey Fatts might blast for me
Tote the tecs I got cash homie
Take it back I got crack on me
This and that got that on me
Where you from?
Where you at homie?

I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don't be talking to me crazy
Don't be talking to me crazy
Don't be talking to me crazy
Don't be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine to your mind
Don't talk to me brazy
Don't talk to me brazy




Don't talk to me brazy
Don't talk to me brazy

Overall Meaning

The song "Crazy Brazy" by A$AP Mob ft. A$AP Rocky, A$AP Twelvyy, and Key! is a rap song that talks about the mental and emotional stress that A$AP Rocky is going through. The lyrics depict how he deals with the pressure and the threats he is facing, including the monetary factor, as he mentions "I put that guap on your head." The song also states how he is not interested in having any conversations or explanations regarding his actions.


The song highlights the association with guns, the need to protect oneself from danger, and the fearlessness in confronting those who threaten him. Additionally, the lyrics reflect on the deceased A$AP Yams, a significant figure in the A$AP Mob group. The song pays homage to the late Yams and remembers his anti-everything attitude.


Overall, the song "Crazy Brazy" by A$AP Mob is a personal and emotional perspective of how the rappers deal with the pressures and threats that they face. The song also highlights the bond of the A$AP Mob group and the importance of remembering those who have passed.


Line by Line Meaning

Woah, woah, yo
Introducing the song and setting the mood


I got a lot on my head
I have a lot of worries and concerns


Gucci rag tied on my head
I am showing off my fashion brand and style


Put a red dot on your head
I am threatening violence towards someone


I put that guap on your head
I am willing to pay for someone to be hurt or killed


Don't be talking to me crazy
Don't speak to me disrespectfully or foolishly


I got a lot on my mind
I am preoccupied with many thoughts and issues


I put that nine to your mind
I am threatening violence with a gun


Don't talk to me brazy
Don't speak to me in a crazy or foolish manner


I don't want no conversation
I have no interest in talking or communicating


I don't need explanation
I do not require any explanation or justification for actions


Shoot with no hesitation
I am willing to use violence without hesitation


They do it for a reputation
Some people use violence to bolster their reputation or status


They don't play me on the station
My music is not widely played or accepted by mainstream media


Press 'em like detonation
I am exerting extreme pressure on someone


Want more jelly than a Mason
I desire more wealth than the average person


Man I'm rocky like a caveman
I am strong and tough, like a caveman


We rock I'm a rockstar
I am a celebrity figure and popular musician


Try to cuff me like a cop car
Someone is trying to restrain or arrest me, like a police car


Try to play me like a popstar
Someone is trying to deceive me, like a deceitful popstar


That's how you get not far
Deceit and dishonesty will not lead to success


All my cus, n****s crazy
All of my friends are wild and unpredictable


All my bloods, n****s brazy
All of my gang members are reckless and daring


Might just drop in on a Wednesday
I am unpredictable and may show up unexpectedly


Been the shit designer wavy
I am a fashionable and stylish individual


Don't talk back, just give me face
Show me respect and don't talk back to me


I got nines on my waist
I am armed and ready for violence


Hide them lines in the place
Conceal illegal drugs or drug use


Sandman tan money bag, drag, slash bag man
I am a drug dealer and money launderer


Baghdad land
My area or territory is like a war zone


Talk back, get back slapped with a back hand
If you talk back or disrespect me, I will hit you


Black man, black hand side
I am a black man and represent black culture and struggle


Anti everything since Yams died
I am against everything and anything after the death of my friend Yams


In dodge van by NY
I am on the run, hiding from the authorities in a stolen van


No who, what, where, why, when
I am secretive and do not disclose information


Hundred thousand dollar nightmare
My wealth and lifestyle can cause problems and worries


If I wanna take a flight there
I have the freedom and luxury to travel anywhere I want


Man fuck it spend a life here
I am content and happy living the way I do


Young thuggin in some Nike Airs
I am young and rebellious, wearing fashionable Nike sneakers


Bicken Back Being Bool, baby
I am relaxed and living stress-free


Layin' back by the pool, baby
I am lounging and relaxing by the pool


Bumpin' that shit too wavy
I am listening to and enjoying great music


Counting stacks shit too brazy
I am counting an absurd amount of money


Walk around with a bag on me
I have a bag of money or drugs with me


Walk around with a flag on me
I represent a particular gang or group


Bickin back I got mad homies
I am chilling and have many friends with me


Joey Fatts might blast for me
My friend Joey Fatts may use violence on my behalf


Tote the tecs I got cash homie
I have guns and money with me


Take it back I got crack on me
I have illegal drugs with me


This and that got that on me
I have an assortment of items with me


Where you from?
Asking about someone's origins


Where you at homie?
Asking about someone's current location




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: RAKIM MAYERS, MARQUIS WHITTAKER, CORNEL WALLACE

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Muhammad Fajrul Falah

Woah, woah, yo
Woah, woah, woah
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don't be talking to me crazy
Don't be talking to me crazy
Don't be talking to me crazy
Don't be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine to your mind
Don't talk to me brazy
Don't talk to me brazy
Don't talk to me brazy
Don't talk to me brazy
I don't want no conversation
I don't need explanation
Shoot with no hesitation
They do it for a reputation
They don't play me on the station
Press 'em like detonation
Want more jelly than a Mason
Man I'm rocky like a caveman
We rock I'm a rockstar
Try to cuff me like a cop car
Try to play me like a popstar
That's how you get not far
All my cus, niggas crazy
All my bloods, niggas brazy
Might just drop in on a Wednesday
Been the shit designer wavy
Don't talk back, just give me face
I got nines on my waist
Hide them lines in the place
I don't care
I'm with Flacko, you on flakka
You got guns but won't pop 'em
I send niggas to the doctor
I don't care
Sandman tan money bag, drag, slash bag man
Baghdad land
Talk back, get back slapped with a back hand
Black man, black hand side
Anti everything since Yams died
In dodge van by NY
No who, what, where, why, when
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don't be talking to me crazy
Don't be talking to me crazy
Don't be talking to me crazy
Don't be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine to your mind
Don't talk to me brazy
Don't talk to me brazy
Don't talk to me brazy
Don't talk to me brazy
Hundred thousand dollar nightmare
If I wanna take a flight there
Man fuck it spend a life here
Young thuggin in some Nike Airs
Bicken Back Being Bool, baby
Layin' back by the pool, baby
Bumpin' that shit too wavy
Counting stacks shit too brazy
Walk around with a bag on me
Walk around with a flag on me
Bickin back I got mad homies
Joey Fatts might blast for me
Tote the tecs I got cash homie
Take it back I got crack on me
This and that got that on me
Where you from?
Where you at homie?
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don't be talking to me crazy
Don't be talking to me crazy
Don't be talking to me crazy
Don't be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine to your mind
Don't talk to me brazy
Don't talk to me brazy
Don't talk to me brazy
Don't talk to me brazy



All comments from YouTube:

T-RONE !

Mane I remember being in gym that Friday when the tape had finally dropped listening to it in high school bruh the memories. 2016 was undefeated

Gerald Martell

Mane, you still in highschool

T-RONE !

@Gerald Martell bruh no This drop my senior year I’ve been outta high school for 5 years

Tiago Almeida

@Gerald Martell so what ?

dianna

Really though!

Tara Webster

Fucking right 😭

Wavy Dane

this is a certified hood classic

Ricardo

Life was simple when this tape dropped

J D

Fr, take us back to 2016

Nandobeatsmusic

Fr I’m just thinking why i didn’t take more pictures ☹️

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