ฟังเพลงCrash Out

Ay

P***y wassup n***a I'm at yo mutherf**kin front door step

And ian delivering no newspaper

Let's go

F**k a n***a

Uh Uh Uh

Gang gang

Uh

We spazz out b***h

My lil youngin's like to crash out

I'm talkin bout spinin real life call it black opps

He roll the dice with his life and he crapped out

Stupid

I won't drop a diss we wack opps

Gang

Chop his body on a black top

Uh

We know he not what he rap bout

I touch the a b***h turn her on like a laptop

Uh uh

I count dead n***as

And I smoke dead n***as

We fill his head with lead

My lil hitta slide like Ced n***a

I drop bread on yo head n***a

They give me yo head n***a

Lil n***a playin when he layin in his death bed

Fresh to death he a dead man

My shotta tried to knock off his fro b***h

We prolly smokin yo bro

Haha

Public figure I stay with a pole

Don't inhale it we blowin the smoke

Uh

Triple K I'm cut throat

We tryna hang a n***a by a rope

Come here

N***a go get fixed you broke

You know I stay with that stick get poked

Uh uh

They know I stay with that fire

Ian no cap in my rap ian no tell'in no lies

Uh uh

If I am muthaf**ka I'm fly'in

This mean yo trap b***h rapper you dien

Bust down rollie I can't tell the time

We double back like press rewind

Ion f**k with these n***as they pick and say

Ain't doing no show if I can't bring my stick inside

On gang

Gang Gang

Hit the block

Spin it one mo time

Caught my opps on the back street took em out

And I hit em one mo time

I wish I could kill em one mo time

It all good cause his mama suffering

She wish she could see em one mo time

Ridin in the steamer bumping bone crusher

Any n***a try to come for mines

Get wacked

Young n***as in my hood we don't say blood n***a we say

Blac

Any n***a go against the gang guarantee they gone get wacked

Ian gone lie had to cut my b***h off put my s**t on flat

Gang gang

Gotta keep forty automatic I'ma big dog I prefer that mac

Yeah I put in work befo I go to church

What else you do

I tuck my shirt befo I go to work

What else

I'm just like you

I gotta clock in difference is I'ma shoot the cleric

Young n***a he gone shoot you first

I'ma shoot you second

I'm the last n***a you gone see before you leave this earth

Lil p***y

Shootouts in my neighborhood paid in full

I'ma real killa but I saved the hood

Warning on the gate stay away from bulls

Shot'em in the face

Yeah

Free my n***a dre I wish they could do it

P***y a*s n***a got gun down

Real OG in my hood n***a speaking on me

That'll get a n***a gun down

Gang gang