Drapetomania Lyrics – Chance the Rapper

Read the full Drapetomania lyrics by Chance the Rapper and BabyChiefDoit along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Back and bigger, I straight up told that pig he can’t make me do nothing but die
So much money in one pocket it look like I pimp cus I limp and I lean to one side
One more time for the hood princess, with the prettiest smile, sipping Henny on Live
Big ol’ booty with some lil’ ass panties, talking bout some “Fendi only sent me one size”
I got a nine with no serial number, I call it playing hard to get
Got a high-point I call hard to find and an MK12 called hard to miss
Dressed for the club
Ratchet on me, gotta have it on me like it’s tatted on me
Lotta girls get too drunk in the club, get to kissing on me, get to grabbing on me
Everybody crazy, so I play crazy and don’t nobody wanna play no more
She said talk to me crazy

I said (Babbling) and she said say no more
She said lift me up, lay her back, put her back on the bed, let me clutch on your hands
One more chance, put your face in the cab for an hour, do the Rush Hour dance

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

[Verse 2: BabyChiefDoIt]
I met a bad b!tch off Instagram, she catfished me, but I still went crazy
Nobody fu*king with me my age or older, I’mma be one of the greatest
Don’t text me saying “We gotta work”, I don’t really wanna talk, fu*k you, pay me
DThang said “Don’t hit, she dirty”, but it’s too late, I already ate it
Now I gotta live with that
I said I was done, but I’m back in the Raq, ’cause I just found out that my dog was a cat
Free all the opps and free all the guys, it’s fu*k all the pigs and kill all the rats
N!gga, my gat go rat-tat-tat, n!gga fat, n!gga fall flat on his back
We’ll turn a n!gga to a baseball cap
These code words like crack coc*ine, she could suck a mean d!ck but ain’t got no brain
Tap my fully and let it go stupid, somebody dying on me, no aim
N!ggas is dying ‘cus n!ggas is dying, these dumb ass folks still blaming the game
She keep telling me make it rain, I ain’t got no cash, so I threw change
X’s and O’s, smooches and hoes, you gotta live life like tic tac toe

No talking, come through, click-clack, blow! You ducking and rolling all over the floor
Room full of shooters, I walked through the door, she aggy, please come get this hoe
Make a bad b!tch treat me like a king, feed me grapes and kiss my toes
B!tch

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

[Verse 3: Chance the Rapper]
Tiffany thing in a blue box
401K in a shoe box
My favorite rapper named 2Pac
Love 2Pac ’cause he shot two cops
I got a 9 millimeter called Thug Life
I got a new chain, it say: “FUCK ICE”
My diamonds do go crazy, my girl say, “You so crazy”
The bulls*it rules don’t phase me
The b!tches and hoes gone love me, the n!ggas that’s hoes gone hate me
Said lift me up, hit her back when you back in the Raq, going back in the land
One more chance, put your face in the cab for an hour, do the Rush Hour dance

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy