Crash Artist (Intro) Lyrics

I wanna get the money, Mr. Get the bag and they all know it

When I walked in on that mission, I was leanin sippin' potion

I'm the one who did it first, they know me, Mr. Get the motion

I got money in my pocket, you can't check it, saw you notice

I'm a crash artist, if he talkin' dumb', then I'ma flash on him

We both goin' up, but they all know we push the gas harder

Teacher bitchin' at me, she know I can fuck her bad daughter

Uh, uh, race shit, speedin' down the highway, I might crash

Uh, I'ma get the money in and out shit like the flash

Fuck your homie in the grave, you know he not comin' back

I got shooters all behind, all black and they wearin' masks

And they shootin' on command, they passin' bullets like they Nash

I know they stay on high alert, they sprayin', don't even gotta ask

And when we finish, body bag, we flip him, dump him in the trash

Choppa hit his body, he start cook in the heat

And this could happen to you too, if you try playin' with me

Lil' bitch lost the one-on-one, so he start blamin' his team

You need to stay up out my way before I put you to sleep

And this the warm up, goin' back to back, these bitches ain't gon' fuck with us

Yeah, talk on me, send a threat, pussy boy, I'll put you up

We got masks on for a homicide, we pullin' up to call his bluff

Hoppin in that car and get it sprayin', ain't gon' fuck with us

Yeah, slide, slide, slide, they never do, but keep on talkin

He gon' die, I flip his car, I turn his car into a coffin

I got water on my neck from turnin' yo' bitch to a faucet

Got a vault, I filled it up with songs, I called it Peace And Prophet

I was sippin' on a Henny bottle, tweakin' that was yesterday

She told me I was actin' funny, I'll be on my best today

On my way, speedin' fast, she text me in a sexy way

I don't never wrap it up, I do this shit the Henny way

I'ma crash all this if he talkin' dumb', then I'ma flash on him

We both goin' up, but they all know we push the gas harder

Teacher bitchin' at me, she know I could fuck a bad daughter

Uh, uh, race shit, speedin' down the highway, I might crash, uh

I'ma get the money in and out shit like the Flash

Fuck your homie in the grave, you know he not comin' back

I got shooters all behind, all black and they wearin' masks

And they shootin', don't commend, they passin' bullets like they Nash

I know they stand on high alert, they sprayin', don't even gotta ask

And when we finish, body bag, flip, dump him in the trash

Let's get it, peace and profit, pussy boy, welcome to the tape