Crumble (Bonus) [Dusty Locane Remix]
Yeah you know the vibes
Yeah we on some dusty shit
It's that nina feva getchu petad
Look
Huh
Hollon
Huh
Shoot up his addy
Call up the suvy
Call up the suvy
Heat on the block so we making a movie
Keep it discrete we ain't going to juvy
Shortie up and down just like a buoy
Shoot up his addy so you will not lose me
Tp
Iraq
Keep us a glizzy cause we never lack
Pull out the semi we ready attack
Send us the spot pull up in all black
Suvy don't fold yeah he wont crack
Oh he got talk hit him in his back
He just got railed he dead in his tracks
That boy pussy hit him and his cat
Ak
Big macs
Glocks
Glizzys
All on
Straps
You look like you ready to crumble
Your fit ain't it like you found it in rubble
I got the drip like I stepped in a puddle
And you know I back out hit you and your uncle
You know the mission but this shit is possible
Shortie tryna argue but her shits not plausible
One false move you gon end up like dominos
Know this shits not optional
Brushem
Sweepem
Dustem
Mopem
Whatever I touch I'm coppin
All dior got no option
Your man be selling
Auction
If he try talk leave him in a coffin
Speak on the gang proceed with caution
Red dots all gon be aimed at your noggin
Call up the suvy
Heat on the block so we making a movie
Keep it discrete we ain't going to juvy
Shortie up and down just like a buoy
Shoot up his addy so you will not lose me
Tp
Iraq
Keep us a glizzy cause we never lack
Pull out the semi we ready attack
Send us the spot pull up in all black
Suvy don't fold yeah he wont crack
Oh he got talk hit him in his back
He just got railed he dead in his tracks
That boy pussy hit him and his cat
Ak
Big macs
Glocks
Glizzys
All on
Straps
Pulled out the range I switch
Lane switch in this bitch
On the gang I won't switch
Man thinks he's hot
Burned him
Leave him dead that's murder
Spin his block
Turn him
Dim his light closed curtain
Empty the clip yeah we outside
Shoot at the opps you know the vibes
Hunnid on a 50 I feel alive
Don't need an uber I wanna drive
No suburbans keep a blixky when we ride
One false move whole gang gon slide
Woos in the streets we know where you hide
Know he outnumbered he ain't even tried
Call up the suvy
Heat on the block so we making a movie
Keep it discrete we ain't going to juvy
Shortie up and down just like a buoy
Shoot up his addy so you will not lose me
Ak
Big macs
Glocks
Glizzys
All on
Straps
Gllt gllt bow
Yeah we on some dusty shit
It's that nina feva getchu petad
Look
Huh
Hollon
Huh
Shoot up his addy
Call up the suvy
Call up the suvy
Heat on the block so we making a movie
Keep it discrete we ain't going to juvy
Shortie up and down just like a buoy
Shoot up his addy so you will not lose me
Tp
Iraq
Keep us a glizzy cause we never lack
Pull out the semi we ready attack
Send us the spot pull up in all black
Suvy don't fold yeah he wont crack
Oh he got talk hit him in his back
He just got railed he dead in his tracks
That boy pussy hit him and his cat
Ak
Big macs
Glocks
Glizzys
All on
Straps
You look like you ready to crumble
Your fit ain't it like you found it in rubble
I got the drip like I stepped in a puddle
And you know I back out hit you and your uncle
You know the mission but this shit is possible
Shortie tryna argue but her shits not plausible
One false move you gon end up like dominos
Know this shits not optional
Brushem
Sweepem
Dustem
Mopem
Whatever I touch I'm coppin
All dior got no option
Your man be selling
Auction
If he try talk leave him in a coffin
Speak on the gang proceed with caution
Red dots all gon be aimed at your noggin
Call up the suvy
Heat on the block so we making a movie
Keep it discrete we ain't going to juvy
Shortie up and down just like a buoy
Shoot up his addy so you will not lose me
Tp
Iraq
Keep us a glizzy cause we never lack
Pull out the semi we ready attack
Send us the spot pull up in all black
Suvy don't fold yeah he wont crack
Oh he got talk hit him in his back
He just got railed he dead in his tracks
That boy pussy hit him and his cat
Ak
Big macs
Glocks
Glizzys
All on
Straps
Pulled out the range I switch
Lane switch in this bitch
On the gang I won't switch
Man thinks he's hot
Burned him
Leave him dead that's murder
Spin his block
Turn him
Dim his light closed curtain
Empty the clip yeah we outside
Shoot at the opps you know the vibes
Hunnid on a 50 I feel alive
Don't need an uber I wanna drive
No suburbans keep a blixky when we ride
One false move whole gang gon slide
Woos in the streets we know where you hide
Know he outnumbered he ain't even tried
Call up the suvy
Heat on the block so we making a movie
Keep it discrete we ain't going to juvy
Shortie up and down just like a buoy
Shoot up his addy so you will not lose me
Ak
Big macs
Glocks
Glizzys
All on
Straps
Gllt gllt bow
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Berg
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