Crash Out
Ride with my dawg, know im plannin for to pop
So you better not crash out
Told my team to huddle through the hurt and through the struggle
Said, ain't shit for to tell you to back down
Ride with my dawg, know im plannin for to pop
So you better not crash out
So I told my team to huddle through the hurt and through the struggle
It ain't shit that'll tell you for to back down
Swear that all i'm tryna do is run these racks for my mama
And a rolls for to get her out the damn house
I ain't pickin' up my phone cause I ain't fuckin' with the drama
Way too messy, I could pick em' out the damn crowd
It ain't hard to tell bout' who just fanned out
And who really gon' ride when the plans down
Said they only gon' ride when the cash out
Mix the bottle with gas, watch em' clash now
Ay, bet im him to a T, check my watch now its three
Keep the boot up on me
Ay, you ain't smokin' for free, better match show the green
Finna' run us a fee
Heart still froze,still stuck in the snow
But I will not let it show, I been puttin on show (like)
I ain't got em' missing, ain't nobody really listen
Ain't nobody really get it, every day i'm reminiscing
Bout time, ima beam
When I mix it with the shots
Bitch, I pull up to the scene like i'm Bruce in the ride
Bro like robin on the side, see the X in my eyes
With the tech, with the drank but I really can't decide
How he boot up every weekend
I was once that guy
What's the odds I'll be runnin' right back, bet its high
Roll the dice, roll the dice, whats the odds that she ride?
Zero to a none, I won't pick up, decline (yeah)
Ay, so I ride with my dawg, know im plannin for to pop
So you better not crash out
Told my team to huddle through the hurt and through the struggle
Said, ain't shit for to tell you to back down
It ain't hard to tell bout' who just fanned out
And who really gon' ride when the plans down
Said they only gon' ride when the cash out
Mix the bottle with gas, watch em' clash now
Ay, bet im him to a T, check my watch now its three
Keep the boot up on me
Ay, you ain't smokin' for free, better match show the green
Finna' run us a fee
Ay, bet I smoke till I can't hit a note (yeah)
Bet I go till I'm able to boast (yeah)
Run this bread till I turn it to toast
Fell asleep fore' i pulled out and watch this shit coast (yeah)
When its talk, swear you movin' like an actor
I'm on I-90, mind winded, swervin when im plastered
Told em' that I got it handled, got this shit mastered
I'm in three different lanes, swear I got this shit backed up
Back up
Back up
Hit the road, I ain't even finna' pack up
Dummy on the geek up, dawg I think im finna' yack up
I won't answer none ya' calls, unless we talkin' bout' the stack up
Ima' need my money, told em' pay me for the one time
When I hit the stage, finna' rock out like its sublime
DND up on my phone, so you know it's finna' decline
I'll be dying for a bag, cause you knowin' that I want mine
What I do for to turn you to the evil?
You done turned me to a demon, you done took me from my damn high
From a mile or two way, I can see it, I can see it
I decline, cause I ain't even got the damn time
Why I can't seem to get out my damn mind?
Hit my burner, don't talk on no landline
On my celly, don't hit on my damn line
Independent, I told em' I can't sign
Bad blood?
We don't got bad blood
Shordy too conceited, swear it's not that good
Buddha for a week, cause I got that good
Put the prada on my shades, when i rock that (uh)
Ay, bend and geek too hard, and it's got me like (uh)
Finna' rock, front it back, and I got it like (uh)
Ride with my dawg, no i'm planning for to pop
So, you better not crash out
Told my team to huddle through the hurt and through the struggle
It ain't shit that'll tell you for to back down
Ride with my dawg, no i'm planning for to pop
So, you better not crash out
Told my team to huddle through the hurt and through the struggle
It ain't shit that'll tell you for to back down
Swear that all i'm tryna do is run these racks for my mama
And a rolls for to get her out the damn house
I ain't pickin' up my phone cause I ain't fuckin' with the drama
Way too messy, I could pick em' out the damn crowd
It ain't hard to tell bout' who just fanned out
And who really gon' ride when the plans down
Said they only gon' ride when the cash out
Mix the bottle with gas, watch em' clash now
Ay, bet im him to a T
Check my watch now its three
Keep the boot up on me
Ay, you ain't smokin' for free
Better match show the green
Finna' run us a fee
So you better not crash out
Told my team to huddle through the hurt and through the struggle
Said, ain't shit for to tell you to back down
Ride with my dawg, know im plannin for to pop
So you better not crash out
So I told my team to huddle through the hurt and through the struggle
It ain't shit that'll tell you for to back down
Swear that all i'm tryna do is run these racks for my mama
And a rolls for to get her out the damn house
I ain't pickin' up my phone cause I ain't fuckin' with the drama
Way too messy, I could pick em' out the damn crowd
It ain't hard to tell bout' who just fanned out
And who really gon' ride when the plans down
Said they only gon' ride when the cash out
Mix the bottle with gas, watch em' clash now
Ay, bet im him to a T, check my watch now its three
Keep the boot up on me
Ay, you ain't smokin' for free, better match show the green
Finna' run us a fee
Heart still froze,still stuck in the snow
But I will not let it show, I been puttin on show (like)
I ain't got em' missing, ain't nobody really listen
Ain't nobody really get it, every day i'm reminiscing
Bout time, ima beam
When I mix it with the shots
Bitch, I pull up to the scene like i'm Bruce in the ride
Bro like robin on the side, see the X in my eyes
With the tech, with the drank but I really can't decide
How he boot up every weekend
I was once that guy
What's the odds I'll be runnin' right back, bet its high
Roll the dice, roll the dice, whats the odds that she ride?
Zero to a none, I won't pick up, decline (yeah)
Ay, so I ride with my dawg, know im plannin for to pop
So you better not crash out
Told my team to huddle through the hurt and through the struggle
Said, ain't shit for to tell you to back down
It ain't hard to tell bout' who just fanned out
And who really gon' ride when the plans down
Said they only gon' ride when the cash out
Mix the bottle with gas, watch em' clash now
Ay, bet im him to a T, check my watch now its three
Keep the boot up on me
Ay, you ain't smokin' for free, better match show the green
Finna' run us a fee
Ay, bet I smoke till I can't hit a note (yeah)
Bet I go till I'm able to boast (yeah)
Run this bread till I turn it to toast
Fell asleep fore' i pulled out and watch this shit coast (yeah)
When its talk, swear you movin' like an actor
I'm on I-90, mind winded, swervin when im plastered
Told em' that I got it handled, got this shit mastered
I'm in three different lanes, swear I got this shit backed up
Back up
Back up
Hit the road, I ain't even finna' pack up
Dummy on the geek up, dawg I think im finna' yack up
I won't answer none ya' calls, unless we talkin' bout' the stack up
Ima' need my money, told em' pay me for the one time
When I hit the stage, finna' rock out like its sublime
DND up on my phone, so you know it's finna' decline
I'll be dying for a bag, cause you knowin' that I want mine
What I do for to turn you to the evil?
You done turned me to a demon, you done took me from my damn high
From a mile or two way, I can see it, I can see it
I decline, cause I ain't even got the damn time
Why I can't seem to get out my damn mind?
Hit my burner, don't talk on no landline
On my celly, don't hit on my damn line
Independent, I told em' I can't sign
Bad blood?
We don't got bad blood
Shordy too conceited, swear it's not that good
Buddha for a week, cause I got that good
Put the prada on my shades, when i rock that (uh)
Ay, bend and geek too hard, and it's got me like (uh)
Finna' rock, front it back, and I got it like (uh)
Ride with my dawg, no i'm planning for to pop
So, you better not crash out
Told my team to huddle through the hurt and through the struggle
It ain't shit that'll tell you for to back down
Ride with my dawg, no i'm planning for to pop
So, you better not crash out
Told my team to huddle through the hurt and through the struggle
It ain't shit that'll tell you for to back down
Swear that all i'm tryna do is run these racks for my mama
And a rolls for to get her out the damn house
I ain't pickin' up my phone cause I ain't fuckin' with the drama
Way too messy, I could pick em' out the damn crowd
It ain't hard to tell bout' who just fanned out
And who really gon' ride when the plans down
Said they only gon' ride when the cash out
Mix the bottle with gas, watch em' clash now
Ay, bet im him to a T
Check my watch now its three
Keep the boot up on me
Ay, you ain't smokin' for free
Better match show the green
Finna' run us a fee
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Writer(s): Peyton Brant
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