Krash Out 3Style
(Come on)
Krash out at your partner's place
They can't get away
You should get the hell up out my face
If you feel a way
Bass boomin' that's the 808s
(That's the 808s)
I been stacking all these Figs like Jay
This bitch tryna come my way
Prada on me, I'm feeling like RAYE
ESOTER1A don't play
You know the way like Mkfray
Imma charge it, nigga, I'm feeling like Zay
Imma park it, CLS, valet
Go Starlets, wait, I'm underage
Heartless, really ain't got no shame
I'm an artist, baddies screaming my name
B1nnoo, dotz and my boy arcane
Imma ride for my brothers, forget all the fame
I've been wanting to put my whole name on a chain
Switch up my swag and I switch up the game
I'm in the back and she giving me brain
I feel like Bk, I'm going insane
Put in the work and I put in the pain
Trust me, boy, come get this fade
OG, been in this shit like KEMi
Ride for my boyz, I ain't talkin' bout Remy
Yeah, I can't go in, I ain't ready
Money been talkin' I'm stacking the fetti
Murder the beat and I'm feelin' like Melly
Free all my boys that got locked in the celly
I don't play ball like Alli
Got a badina, she shaking nyash in the deli
Krash out at your partner's place
They can't get away
You should get the hell up out my face
If you feel a way
Bass boomin' that's the 808s
(That's the 808s)
I been stacking all these Figs like Jay
This bitch tryna come my way
Prada on me, I'm feeling like RAYE
ESOTER1A don't play
You know the way like Mkfray
Imma charge it, nigga, I'm feeling like Zay
Imma park it, CLS, valet
Go Starlets, wait, I'm underage
Heartless, really ain't got no shame
I'm an artist, baddies screaming my name
B1nnoo, dotz and my boy arcane
Imma ride for my brothers, forget all the fame
I've been wanting to put my whole name on a chain
Switch up my swag and I switch up the game
I'm in the back and she giving me brain
I feel like Bk, I'm going insane
Put in the work and I put in the pain
Trust me, boy, come get this fade
OG, been in this shit like KEMi
Ride for my boyz, I ain't talkin' bout Remy
Yeah, I can't go in, I ain't ready
Money been talkin' I'm stacking the fetti
Murder the beat and I'm feelin' like Melly
Free all my boys that got locked in the celly
I don't play ball like Alli
Got a badina, she shaking nyash in the deli
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