Crash Out (feat. Stunna 4 Vegas)
(606 buried this beat) ayy, pussy, what's up, nigga?
I'm at yo' motherfuckin' front door step
And I ain't deliverin' no newspaper (bitch)
Let's go (fuck a nigga), uh (rrr)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang)
We spaz out (bitch), my lil' youngins like to crash out (skrrt)
I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops
He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out (stupid!)
I won't drop a diss, we whack opps (dang)
Chalk his body on the blacktop (brrt)
We know he not what he rap 'bout
I touch a bitch, turn her on like a laptop (uh, uh, uh)
I count dead niggas (dead niggas), and I smoke dead niggas
We fill his head with lead, my lil' hitters slide like sled, nigga (skrrt)
I drop bread on yo' head, nigga, they give me yo' head
Nigga play, and he lay in his deathbed, fresh to death, he a dead man
My shooters try knock off his 'fro (blaow)
Bitch, we probably smokin' your bro (aha)
Public figure, I stay with a pole (uh)
Don't inhale it, we blowin' the smoke (uh, uh)
Triple K, I'm cutthroat (bang)
We tryna hang a nigga by a rope (come here!)
Nigga, go get fixed, you broke (you broke)
They know I stay with that stick, it poke (fah), uh, uh
They know I stay with that fire (uh-huh)
Ain't no cap in my rap, ain't no tellin' no lies (uh-uh)
And if I am, motherfucker, I'm flyin' (uh-huh)
Diss me in your trap, bitch, rapper, you dyin'
Bust-down Rollie, I can't tell the time (uh)
We double-back like press rewind (uh)
I don't fuck with these niggas, they pickin' sides
Ain't doin' a show if I can't bring my stick inside (on gang)
We spaz out (bitch), my lil' youngins like to crash out (uh-huh)
I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops
He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out (stupid!)
I won't drop a diss, we whack opps (bang)
Chalk his body on the blacktop (brrt)
We know he not what he rap 'bout
I touch a bitch, turn her on like a laptop (uh, uh, uh, uh)
I count dead niggas (I count dead niggas)
And I smoke dead niggas (I smoke dead niggas)
We fill his head with lead, my lil' hitters slide like sled, nigga (bah, skrrt)
I drop bread on yo' head, nigga (bitch), they give me yo' head
Nigga play, and he lay in his deathbed (uh)
Fresh to death, he a dead man (gang-gang)
Hit the block, spin it one more time (skrrt)
Caught my opps on the backstreet, took 'em out
And I hit 'em one more time (ha-ha-ha)
I wish I could kill 'em one more time
It's all good 'cause his mama sufferin'
She wish she could see him one more time
Ridin' in a steamer, bumpin' bone-crusher
Any nigga try to come for mines, get whacked
Young niggas in my hood, we don't say, "Blood", nigga, we say, "Blatt" (uh-huh)
Any nigga go against the gang, guarantee they gon' get whacked (uh-huh)
I ain't gon' lie, had to cut my bitch off, put my shit on flat (gang-gang)
Gotta keep a fully automatic, I'm a big dawg, I prefer that MAC
Yeah, I put in work 'fore I go to church (what is you do?)
I took my shirt 'fore I go to work (and what else?)
I'm just like you, I gotta clock in, only difference is, I'ma shoot the clerk (phew)
Young nigga, he gon' shoot you first (prrt), I'ma shoot you second
I'm the last nigga you gon' see 'fore you leave this earth (lil' pussy)
Shootouts in my neighborhood, paid in full, I'm a real killer, but I saved the hood
Warnin' on the gate, stay away from bulls, shoot him in the face, yeah
Free my nigga Dre, I wish they can do it, pussy-ass nigga got gunned down (brrt)
Real OG in my nigga, speakin' on me, that'll get a nigga gunned down (gang-gang)
We spaz out (bitch), my lil' youngins like to crash out (uh-huh)
I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops
He rolled the dice with his life, and he crapped out (stupid!)
I won't drop a diss, we whack opps (bang)
Chalk his body on the blacktop (brrt)
We know he not what he rap 'bout
I touch a bitch, turn her on like a laptop (uh, uh, uh, uh)
I count dead niggas (I count dead niggas)
And I smoke dead niggas (I smoke dead niggas)
We fill his head with lead, my lil' hitters slide like sled, nigga (bah-skrrt)
I drop bread on yo' head, nigga (bitch), they give me yo' head
Nigga play, and he lay in his deathbed (uh), fresh to death, he a dead man
I'm at yo' motherfuckin' front door step
And I ain't deliverin' no newspaper (bitch)
Let's go (fuck a nigga), uh (rrr)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang)
We spaz out (bitch), my lil' youngins like to crash out (skrrt)
I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops
He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out (stupid!)
I won't drop a diss, we whack opps (dang)
Chalk his body on the blacktop (brrt)
We know he not what he rap 'bout
I touch a bitch, turn her on like a laptop (uh, uh, uh)
I count dead niggas (dead niggas), and I smoke dead niggas
We fill his head with lead, my lil' hitters slide like sled, nigga (skrrt)
I drop bread on yo' head, nigga, they give me yo' head
Nigga play, and he lay in his deathbed, fresh to death, he a dead man
My shooters try knock off his 'fro (blaow)
Bitch, we probably smokin' your bro (aha)
Public figure, I stay with a pole (uh)
Don't inhale it, we blowin' the smoke (uh, uh)
Triple K, I'm cutthroat (bang)
We tryna hang a nigga by a rope (come here!)
Nigga, go get fixed, you broke (you broke)
They know I stay with that stick, it poke (fah), uh, uh
They know I stay with that fire (uh-huh)
Ain't no cap in my rap, ain't no tellin' no lies (uh-uh)
And if I am, motherfucker, I'm flyin' (uh-huh)
Diss me in your trap, bitch, rapper, you dyin'
Bust-down Rollie, I can't tell the time (uh)
We double-back like press rewind (uh)
I don't fuck with these niggas, they pickin' sides
Ain't doin' a show if I can't bring my stick inside (on gang)
We spaz out (bitch), my lil' youngins like to crash out (uh-huh)
I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops
He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out (stupid!)
I won't drop a diss, we whack opps (bang)
Chalk his body on the blacktop (brrt)
We know he not what he rap 'bout
I touch a bitch, turn her on like a laptop (uh, uh, uh, uh)
I count dead niggas (I count dead niggas)
And I smoke dead niggas (I smoke dead niggas)
We fill his head with lead, my lil' hitters slide like sled, nigga (bah, skrrt)
I drop bread on yo' head, nigga (bitch), they give me yo' head
Nigga play, and he lay in his deathbed (uh)
Fresh to death, he a dead man (gang-gang)
Hit the block, spin it one more time (skrrt)
Caught my opps on the backstreet, took 'em out
And I hit 'em one more time (ha-ha-ha)
I wish I could kill 'em one more time
It's all good 'cause his mama sufferin'
She wish she could see him one more time
Ridin' in a steamer, bumpin' bone-crusher
Any nigga try to come for mines, get whacked
Young niggas in my hood, we don't say, "Blood", nigga, we say, "Blatt" (uh-huh)
Any nigga go against the gang, guarantee they gon' get whacked (uh-huh)
I ain't gon' lie, had to cut my bitch off, put my shit on flat (gang-gang)
Gotta keep a fully automatic, I'm a big dawg, I prefer that MAC
Yeah, I put in work 'fore I go to church (what is you do?)
I took my shirt 'fore I go to work (and what else?)
I'm just like you, I gotta clock in, only difference is, I'ma shoot the clerk (phew)
Young nigga, he gon' shoot you first (prrt), I'ma shoot you second
I'm the last nigga you gon' see 'fore you leave this earth (lil' pussy)
Shootouts in my neighborhood, paid in full, I'm a real killer, but I saved the hood
Warnin' on the gate, stay away from bulls, shoot him in the face, yeah
Free my nigga Dre, I wish they can do it, pussy-ass nigga got gunned down (brrt)
Real OG in my nigga, speakin' on me, that'll get a nigga gunned down (gang-gang)
We spaz out (bitch), my lil' youngins like to crash out (uh-huh)
I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops
He rolled the dice with his life, and he crapped out (stupid!)
I won't drop a diss, we whack opps (bang)
Chalk his body on the blacktop (brrt)
We know he not what he rap 'bout
I touch a bitch, turn her on like a laptop (uh, uh, uh, uh)
I count dead niggas (I count dead niggas)
And I smoke dead niggas (I smoke dead niggas)
We fill his head with lead, my lil' hitters slide like sled, nigga (bah-skrrt)
I drop bread on yo' head, nigga (bitch), they give me yo' head
Nigga play, and he lay in his deathbed (uh), fresh to death, he a dead man
Credits
Writer(s): Sammie Benson, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur
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