Crash 2 Lyrics

I'm steppin on shit they gon feel me

When I walk in the motherfuckin building

Don't care if the city is mine or not

I live like a motherfuckin villain

I'm all in their head like a fitted

I got my stick on and it be hidden

I want the money, I don't want the bitches

I want the money you know Im committed

Who you? Okay

You ain't talking bout the money get up out my face

I don't see too clear through the moncler frames

Ima pop my shit, make it out my way

Yeah, Okay

Know they hate my style cause I made my lane

And it took awhile just to build my name

Wanna take my sound, even take my name like

Why they made at me, it feel like it be jealousy

Look at me I be out traveling, might take your bitch to my galaxy

Ima prodigy, my whole city ain't gon fuck wit me

Keep burning shit up like broccoli, can't stop my ass on a murder streak

The money keep coming the diamond keep shinning

I promise im making a way

I got these bitches they touching my body

I tell em that i needed personal space

No, I cannot fuck wit these rappers

I promise that ima be the one to make change

They think i'm demonic, im going atomic

I'm puttin my body all up in the paint

Now who the fuck wanna come step to me

I'm checking em off like I work, Nike

I'm picking em off like the MLB

Cause everything I do is major league

Go copy my sound but it won't be me

And I hope my town get up off they seat

I produce my sound like TLOP

Ima take my crown what the fuck you think

Collecting the cheddar, no colby, no jack

Got the glock in my sweater, no holding me back

And I'm making her wetter, i'm stating a fact

I told her do better, go make you a bag

When I blow up the city don't ask for a track

You taking a beating your eyes going black

I got about 50 they ready, attack

When I come to the city, yall make it look bad

And I might go ghost if i get my pape

Ima reach my goals, ima make my way

And you might go ghost if you in my way

I don't shoot for the toes i shoot for the brain

Man the way I pimp, man I need that cane

When I go on trips and I start new waves

Ima talk my shit when it go my way

pop him like a zit when i'm in his face

I make the money counting going slow

I needa baddie bitch onna boat

I put a baddie bitch in a robe

Look at her ex bitch now he broke

I'm getting money sick, like it's cold

Im on a power trip with my bros

She wanna climb my shit like a goat

Cause she already know ima goat