Krash Out
Damn, Dee, you too turnt up
Grrah-grrah, boom
Like, like, every opp shot
Grrah, like, everything dead
Like, like, grrah
Like, grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
Try to run up on me then I'm squeezin'
Niggas start tellin' once they hit the precinct
Even my mother knew I was a demon
If I got the chop, then I'ma clean 'em
Sippin' wocky, I hope I don't crash out
Spot a opp in the spot, I'ma back out
If I come in, I'm bringin' the MAC out
Gripped up, fuckin' my bitch and she tap out
Last nigga got packed, tryna act out
Wanted money, so I took the fast route
Nigga cap in they rap and what's that bout?
I been doin' shit before I had clout
I'm a different nigga, thеy can see that
And a bozo, I could never be that
Tryna smokе Lotti, where the weed at?
We sendin' shots to wherever they be at
I'ma get it and take it, I need that
Caught me a case, I'm just glad that I beat that
All the fake love, y'all can keep that
Try to slime me, you catchin' a head-tap
Everywhere I go, I gotta keep it
Keep a knocker, it's that season
If I spot 'em, you know I'ma leave 'em
He a opp, he ain't die for no reason
Try to run up on me then I'm squeezin'
Niggas start tellin' once they hit the precinct
Even my mother knew I was a demon
If I got the chop, then I'ma clean 'em
Young nigga, always kept a knock
Don't try to run up, I'ma let it flock
You a opp, I ain't lettin' you rock
We gon' leave a nigga on his block
Backdoor season, better have your chop
And we ain't leavin', 'til a nigga drop
Put the beam on his back, watch 'em hop
We them niggas that's makin' it hot
We the 'ooters, don't get it mistaken
We tryna turn a nigga to a patient
Keep it on me for the situation
Bullets gon' hit em, now he levitatin'
I'ma flock, I ain't waitin'
Hit his chest, now he achin'
You a 'ooter? But you writin' statements
I'm too official, I ain't never changin'
I'm on 50, I could never slip
I was 15 wit' a 30 clip
Smokin' dead niggas out the zip
Walk through the opps wit' that shit on my hip
If you run then you better not trip
Bend through that block, OG hop out the whip
Don't know why niggas all on my dick
These niggas broke and they never did shit
Fuck the talkin', let's get to the action
These niggas never do nothin' they chattin'
He got hit 'cause that nigga was lackin'
I'm in the spot wit' the Wokks and we packin'
They ain't doin shit, these niggas actin'
I'ma up this shit and get to clappin'
We them niggas that's makin' it happen
Itchin' for opps that got turned into ashes, like
Big knock, gotta kick
Bitch when I flock it, you know I don't miss
Who that, in the tints?
Up it and flock it, leave a nigga hit
And I just put a beam up on the blick, smokin' on some Rah Rah this shit got the kick
They know we them niggas that ready to blitz
Bitch I'm the Makk, how the fuck can I slip? Like
If it's lit, I'ma slide
Keep it real, don't got time for the lies
Let me know if you really gon' ride
I don't need nobody wastin' my time
Shit get ugly, on the guys
So you know that I'm clutchin' my .9
I'm still movin' tactic on the 5
Posted up wit' the ratchet by my side, like
Grrah-grrah, boom
Like, like, every opp shot
Grrah, like, everything dead
Like, like, grrah
Like, grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
Try to run up on me then I'm squeezin'
Niggas start tellin' once they hit the precinct
Even my mother knew I was a demon
If I got the chop, then I'ma clean 'em
Sippin' wocky, I hope I don't crash out
Spot a opp in the spot, I'ma back out
If I come in, I'm bringin' the MAC out
Gripped up, fuckin' my bitch and she tap out
Last nigga got packed, tryna act out
Wanted money, so I took the fast route
Nigga cap in they rap and what's that bout?
I been doin' shit before I had clout
I'm a different nigga, thеy can see that
And a bozo, I could never be that
Tryna smokе Lotti, where the weed at?
We sendin' shots to wherever they be at
I'ma get it and take it, I need that
Caught me a case, I'm just glad that I beat that
All the fake love, y'all can keep that
Try to slime me, you catchin' a head-tap
Everywhere I go, I gotta keep it
Keep a knocker, it's that season
If I spot 'em, you know I'ma leave 'em
He a opp, he ain't die for no reason
Try to run up on me then I'm squeezin'
Niggas start tellin' once they hit the precinct
Even my mother knew I was a demon
If I got the chop, then I'ma clean 'em
Young nigga, always kept a knock
Don't try to run up, I'ma let it flock
You a opp, I ain't lettin' you rock
We gon' leave a nigga on his block
Backdoor season, better have your chop
And we ain't leavin', 'til a nigga drop
Put the beam on his back, watch 'em hop
We them niggas that's makin' it hot
We the 'ooters, don't get it mistaken
We tryna turn a nigga to a patient
Keep it on me for the situation
Bullets gon' hit em, now he levitatin'
I'ma flock, I ain't waitin'
Hit his chest, now he achin'
You a 'ooter? But you writin' statements
I'm too official, I ain't never changin'
I'm on 50, I could never slip
I was 15 wit' a 30 clip
Smokin' dead niggas out the zip
Walk through the opps wit' that shit on my hip
If you run then you better not trip
Bend through that block, OG hop out the whip
Don't know why niggas all on my dick
These niggas broke and they never did shit
Fuck the talkin', let's get to the action
These niggas never do nothin' they chattin'
He got hit 'cause that nigga was lackin'
I'm in the spot wit' the Wokks and we packin'
They ain't doin shit, these niggas actin'
I'ma up this shit and get to clappin'
We them niggas that's makin' it happen
Itchin' for opps that got turned into ashes, like
Big knock, gotta kick
Bitch when I flock it, you know I don't miss
Who that, in the tints?
Up it and flock it, leave a nigga hit
And I just put a beam up on the blick, smokin' on some Rah Rah this shit got the kick
They know we them niggas that ready to blitz
Bitch I'm the Makk, how the fuck can I slip? Like
If it's lit, I'ma slide
Keep it real, don't got time for the lies
Let me know if you really gon' ride
I don't need nobody wastin' my time
Shit get ugly, on the guys
So you know that I'm clutchin' my .9
I'm still movin' tactic on the 5
Posted up wit' the ratchet by my side, like
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Writer(s): Bennie Briggman, Damien Davis Jr., Michael Briggman
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