CRASH
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Had to cut my shawty off 'cause all these bitches goin'
She said that she love me, but I know she really don't
Horses in the whip, scrape the curb, okay, let's go
One inside the head, extended clips for my foes
I been feelin' bad, but I know my money good
Fuck 'bout what we had, like a candle, girl, you blew it
Something like Pinocchio, lil' boy, I wish you would
I ride with that fye on me, get left right where you stood
No, I ain't going out sad, Team Rocket, I blast, that's word to my brother
Your bitch wanna relax, she lickin' my tats when we under covers
Know they hatin', they mad, they want me to crash, I'm feeling like fuck 'em
Bitch can't play me like that, I'm seeing right past, 'cause I'm not a sucker
Uh, feelin' like I'm Danny when I go ghost in the Phantom
Laughin' at my enemies, got more bread than your dad, huh
White bitch, yeah, she feelin' me, and she say that I'm rad
Two hands with that steel on me, like MK, feel like Jax
Had to cut my shawty off 'cause all these bitches goin'
She said that she love me, but I know she really don't
Horses in the whip, scrape the curb, okay, let's go
One inside the head, extended clips for my foes
I been feelin' bad, but I know my money good
Fuck 'bout what we had, like a candle, girl, you blew it
Something like Pinocchio, lil' boy, I wish you would
I ride with that fye on me, get left right where you stood
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Had to cut my shawty off 'cause all these bitches goin'
She said that she love me, but I know she really don't
Horses in the whip, scrape the curb, okay, let's go
One inside the head, extended clips for my foes
I been feelin' bad, but I know my money good
Fuck 'bout what we had, like a candle, girl, you blew it
Something like Pinocchio, lil' boy, I wish you would
I ride with that fye on me, get left right where you stood
No, I ain't going out sad, Team Rocket, I blast, that's word to my brother
Your bitch wanna relax, she lickin' my tats when we under covers
Know they hatin', they mad, they want me to crash, I'm feeling like fuck 'em
Bitch can't play me like that, I'm seeing right past, 'cause I'm not a sucker
Uh, feelin' like I'm Danny when I go ghost in the Phantom
Laughin' at my enemies, got more bread than your dad, huh
White bitch, yeah, she feelin' me, and she say that I'm rad
Two hands with that steel on me, like MK, feel like Jax
Had to cut my shawty off 'cause all these bitches goin'
She said that she love me, but I know she really don't
Horses in the whip, scrape the curb, okay, let's go
One inside the head, extended clips for my foes
I been feelin' bad, but I know my money good
Fuck 'bout what we had, like a candle, girl, you blew it
Something like Pinocchio, lil' boy, I wish you would
I ride with that fye on me, get left right where you stood
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Writer(s): Jonathan Whitmer
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