Crashed My Buick

Hey Mrs. Fair
Hey Chuck how was your spring break?
You should just ask Kodak

I was riding too quick
Hit a right then I slid to the ditch
Contraband in my whip
Car stuck so I couldn't dip
I was riding too quick
Hit a right then I slid to the ditch
Contraband in my whip
Car stuck so I couldn't dip
I had a solid bitch
She gave me rides around
I had some solid shit
I was the trapper of the town
How many bands you make?
Seven
What grade was you in?
Eleven
What gang was you with?
Ain't repping
Plans after school I'm stepping

I was a young kid
Og on my breath
I was a young jit
Graduated best dressed
Junior year I was tripping
With the hoes that I select
That girl wasn't it
She ain't have no breast
Take a girl out to trap
She gone love the thrill
Ask her count a bag
She gone stay to chill
She know I love to rawdog
She gone get killed
Then I leave her like my Buick
At the bottom of the hill

On gang on God
On gang on God
On gang on God
On gang on Jah
On gang on God
On gang on Jah
On gang on gang
On Jah on gang on God on Jah

I was riding too quick
Hit a right then I slid to the ditch
Contraband in my whip
Car stuck so I couldn't dip
I was riding too quick
Hit a right then I slid to the ditch
Contraband in my whip
Car stuck so I couldn't dip
I had a solid bitch
She gave me rides around
I had some solid shit
I was the trapper of the town
How many bands you make?
Seven
What grade was you in?
Eleven
What gang was you with?
Ain't repping
Plans after school I'm stepping

Head hurt like fuck mane
Aint got time to lose
Kodak looking at me
Ask me what we finna do
I said pop the trunk
Let's just play this cool
Here come Brady sliding down the street
Brady in that coupe
Sike he in that Patriot
The streets on Pyle dangerous
The bitch be sore like cancerous
Kodak bleed fucked up my pancreas
Gang I told him to whip
He hit the gas
The car wouldn't move
It is what it is
Like Gravy said
A bitch is a bitch
Gang gang

Stole your hoe in a ten speed
She ride on my dick and I can't see
She wanna be married I can't be
Her two sisters in the back seat
Thot thot thot
I'm at the tippity top
Got me a watch it go tickety tock
Drako extended go pippity pop
He fled the scene he go hippity hop
Boo boo boom

I was riding too quick
Hit a right then I slid to the ditch
Contraband in my whip
Car stuck so I couldn't dip
I was riding too quick
Hit a right then I slid to the ditch
Contraband in my whip
Car stuck so I couldn't dip
I had a solid bitch
She gave me rides around
I had some solid shit
I was the trapper of the town
How many bands you make
Seven
What grade was you in
Eleven
What gang was you with
Ain't repping
Plans after school I'm stepping



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Writer(s): Brock Speaks, Carson Conrad, Robby Frederick
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