Crash turbo
You know the fuckin' vibes, nigga
65 shit, nigga
Ay, ay, you know the fuck we goin', nigga
Ay, ay
(65, the only way to stay alive) Ay, ay
Fuck on your bitch, now she all in my pants
Lambo, I don't need an advance
I had your bitch in the crib, and I swear it was hours
She was doin' her dance
Maximum pressure on niggas
I'm knocking the black off like he Vivian Banks
Ay, like you Vivian Banks, ay, ay
Please do not lack when I up it and boom
Bankai ready, leave him in a tomb
I heard your foundation hollow
So you know it crumple when Yung Mushie step in the room
I carry the stick and you stuck with a broom
Go get your bread up, it's never too soon
My chopper, it hit all these niggas
So you know my nigga, I'm startin' to feel like a coon
I feel like I'm Riley, my nigga be Huey
I tried to make waves, and they just overlook me
Now they see the numbers, they wanna just book me
I told 'em to move 'cause I don't fuck with rookies
I smashin' your bitch and I fuck up the cookie
Niggas, my sons, so I give you a nuggie
Just copped a 'Rari, I'm crashin' the Benz
Then I hopped in the Lamb so I'm sayin', "What's goodie?"
Don't care 'bout you niggas, don't care how you feel
Remember the days we was all on a pill?
Gone in the crib, we was writing Shaquille
Now a Yung nigga brazy, I just hit a mil
Now I'mma be honest, I keep it so real
Most of you niggas get bagged, then you squeal
Niggas be slippin' like banana peel
Watch how I pull up with maximum steel
Like wait, that bitch, she be askin' for dates
Just copped a 'Rari, ain't touchin' the brakes
Like wait, I'mma just fuck on her face
And my niggas can't slip, Tony, we skate
Wait, make sure that my niggas are straight
Yung nigga eatin' my bro got a plate
Climb to the top, so I just elevate
And you niggas get no hoes, you just masturbate
You niggas get no hoes, you jack off to porn
Earth, it was shakin' when Mushie was born
Holes in your mouth like you love eatin' corn
Now the sitch is so tricky like he in thorns
I'm 65, but I come from the 12
All of my niggas, they comin' from hell
Mushie a demon, wait, can you not tell?
Feel like I'm Gohan, I'm hittin' the cell
'Cause I did it alone, that nigga a clone
Doin' 180 to split up his dome
She hittin' my phone, that bitch ain't your own
You flexin' with cash that you don't even own
She hittin' my phone, but you know that I'm chilling
If a nigga talk crazy, I kill him
Wait, wait
New chain, ice cold, bing chilling
Like crash turbo
I'm with my Gs like I'm Herbo
These niggas all buggin', they payin' no mind
But now they here begging for promo
Like crash turbo
If I'm goin', then all of the gang go
Might fuck on your bitch, but you know that I pass
'Cause that bitch, she lookin' like Rango
Like Rango, like Rango
If he lackin', then go let that man blow
Like Rango, like Rango
If he lackin', then go let that man go
Yeah, I pull up and beam on you niggas, uh
Pull up and scheme on you niggas
Mushie be all off the wock
And I got the Uzi, so you know I lean on a nigga
65 shit, nigga
Ay, ay, you know the fuck we goin', nigga
Ay, ay
(65, the only way to stay alive) Ay, ay
Fuck on your bitch, now she all in my pants
Lambo, I don't need an advance
I had your bitch in the crib, and I swear it was hours
She was doin' her dance
Maximum pressure on niggas
I'm knocking the black off like he Vivian Banks
Ay, like you Vivian Banks, ay, ay
Please do not lack when I up it and boom
Bankai ready, leave him in a tomb
I heard your foundation hollow
So you know it crumple when Yung Mushie step in the room
I carry the stick and you stuck with a broom
Go get your bread up, it's never too soon
My chopper, it hit all these niggas
So you know my nigga, I'm startin' to feel like a coon
I feel like I'm Riley, my nigga be Huey
I tried to make waves, and they just overlook me
Now they see the numbers, they wanna just book me
I told 'em to move 'cause I don't fuck with rookies
I smashin' your bitch and I fuck up the cookie
Niggas, my sons, so I give you a nuggie
Just copped a 'Rari, I'm crashin' the Benz
Then I hopped in the Lamb so I'm sayin', "What's goodie?"
Don't care 'bout you niggas, don't care how you feel
Remember the days we was all on a pill?
Gone in the crib, we was writing Shaquille
Now a Yung nigga brazy, I just hit a mil
Now I'mma be honest, I keep it so real
Most of you niggas get bagged, then you squeal
Niggas be slippin' like banana peel
Watch how I pull up with maximum steel
Like wait, that bitch, she be askin' for dates
Just copped a 'Rari, ain't touchin' the brakes
Like wait, I'mma just fuck on her face
And my niggas can't slip, Tony, we skate
Wait, make sure that my niggas are straight
Yung nigga eatin' my bro got a plate
Climb to the top, so I just elevate
And you niggas get no hoes, you just masturbate
You niggas get no hoes, you jack off to porn
Earth, it was shakin' when Mushie was born
Holes in your mouth like you love eatin' corn
Now the sitch is so tricky like he in thorns
I'm 65, but I come from the 12
All of my niggas, they comin' from hell
Mushie a demon, wait, can you not tell?
Feel like I'm Gohan, I'm hittin' the cell
'Cause I did it alone, that nigga a clone
Doin' 180 to split up his dome
She hittin' my phone, that bitch ain't your own
You flexin' with cash that you don't even own
She hittin' my phone, but you know that I'm chilling
If a nigga talk crazy, I kill him
Wait, wait
New chain, ice cold, bing chilling
Like crash turbo
I'm with my Gs like I'm Herbo
These niggas all buggin', they payin' no mind
But now they here begging for promo
Like crash turbo
If I'm goin', then all of the gang go
Might fuck on your bitch, but you know that I pass
'Cause that bitch, she lookin' like Rango
Like Rango, like Rango
If he lackin', then go let that man blow
Like Rango, like Rango
If he lackin', then go let that man go
Yeah, I pull up and beam on you niggas, uh
Pull up and scheme on you niggas
Mushie be all off the wock
And I got the Uzi, so you know I lean on a nigga
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Writer(s): Marcus Sixty-five Getachew
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