Crash Out ft. Dante Riché Lyrics

I'm on fire, don't even try and put me out I Guess that's why they call them hoes

I kick the bitch right out my house and go I'ma God around these parts, you better ask

About me had her nervous, so she tryna wear a Mask around

Me take it off, baby, wanna see you twerk

Some The way she rock and dress, it make me Really

Wanna hurt some, I'ma fuck her like I did hard Time, now I'm

Out I just wanna see the things she can do with

Her mouth Friends are family scared if I buy a Gun

Now, cause he might shit his pants if I catch Him on the run down

I'm pattin' pockets, make him strip and then I Shake down

Cause I heard he a bitch and he'll probably tell The whole town

They can't see me on the track and they can't See me with no pack

When you ever saw me last, never cause I'm On they ass, yeah

Rappers make me laugh, all these bitches from The past

I'm just waitin' on the time that they, that they All crash out

Crash out, crash out, crash out, she a D-1 Crash out

Crash out, crash out, crash out, he a D-1 crash Out

I'm really in some places that you probably can't go

White boy, curly hair, this ain't Jack Harlow

I'ma flip it for the high cause I got it for the low

And Bitches turned me cold, used to have the Heart of gold, yeah

And I'm in the fast lane while they movin' slow

Sippin' brew with bro, baby, you know how it go

Pockets lookin' swole, money jiggle, it don't Fold

I can stand alone while they clickin' up with Clones

Yeah, I really does this

Shorty eat the cociana like it was some fun dip

No punch-ins, I don't eat the pussy, I'm not Munchin

At the luncheon, or out to brunch with some Bitches talking money

Got my money, remember it was rainin', now It's sunny

She used to curve my shit, now she say she Want to fuck me

Ain't that something? I be busy, baby, please Don't bug me

Don't do it, this took me 20 minutes this was Nothing