Crash Out Music Lyrics

Racks keep coming in they never stop

Bitch can keep her heart I just want top

I just hit his hoe in Gucci socks

This a demon I make ya hoe swallow semen and drop the top

I stripped hoes butt naked yo simp ahh went bought Celine

Richest shooter baby I gotta hollow tips in purple jeans

I could dog her out then drop her ass she'll still come back me

Ain't no limit to this spending shit I feel like master P

Just go get it mama say if I go broke then serve some feinds

Niggas really ain't my opps they more like fans come join the team

Think I really need to stop I spent two fifty on this lean

N I just bought me a new Glock green dot beam

Don't need security I just told bro to keep his gun

Rollie cost a Bentley bust it down shine like the sun

Ain't no fighting fair we shooting first can't run yo ones

I just brought yo main bitch to the south she having fun

My bitch ass real not plastic

These nigga cap rapping no blasting

These niggas not eating they fasting

Rock out with Gen fives I'll pass it

Boy this that crash out music

Niggas posting straps all on snap go use it

Niggas turn me up fore they go slide go stupid

I'm highly influenced