Crash Out Season Lyrics

We finna go up on the score now we out on a break

We finna do what it do

Bro said he ready to skate and they tell him he ain't

I think he ready to shoot

We finna go draw up a play we gon slide when it's late

Leave him stanking like pepe le pew

You thought he was playing it safe cause we ain't see his face

It's cool we'll be back in a few

We kick in the door to his place and it turned to a race

'Cause he ran to the back of the room

Tripped and he land on his face we ain't wanna chase

So we got to patching his shoes

No time for the hi and the bye left his head in the sky

Now we finna pop his balloon

Looking him dead in the eye and I think he alive

He must've been off of them shrooms

Neighbors gon stay up inside til 12 nem arrive

'Cause all that they heard was a boom

Zoom

Gotta get back as we peel off the block in a cat

It's no reason to hide cause we be outside

You niggas don't know where we at

And you can't up the score if you don't got the lo

Be cool you know that we strapped

Ks and glocks

Paint the block

Send em through

Make it hot

6 feet

Bodies drop

In the ground

Let em rot

Game time

Hit his shot

Post up

Different block

Same shit

Different opp

Same blick

Bigger glock

Beggars can't be choosers

But I'd like if I can pick and choose

Win or lose

I jumped in the game playing by different rules

Look around

All the heavy hitters I done took em down

Shook the crowd

I'm feeling like I'm no longer a rookie now

Shit a get reckless I hope you protected

Them niggas pull up and dump out a switch

I get my hands dirty you better be worried

They heard that that young nigga corleone pissed

Flash from the muzzle oh now you in trouble

It happened so fast you thought it was a glitch

Started in shotgun then moved into pistol

They tried to adjust but forgot bout the ptich

Forever into it he told me on sight we gon do it

But wait I forgot he a bitch

He heavy recruiting he looking for spotting up shooting

He drive he gon drop off a dish

Our defense improving we out on a break and we moving

You mad cause you sat on the bench

I must admit I came equipped with a drac in this bitch

And it came with some kick

It go catch a opp whack a opp

Chalk out the body

Paramedics better pick him up

And have his mama waiting in the lobby

Toting 2 Ks you can say it's a hobby

Open the safe before this k get to knocking

Two to the face we gon make a deposit

He in the way so we took off his noggin

Everything we got is legal

But don't make us swap out them mags and switches

17 shots I let off

But don't get it twisted I'll go get the mag extended

Belt to ass

He'll probably go missing when we kick him out like a bad eviction

I be with get money niggas we all getting money

But somehow the bag is different

On god we them niggas and no I'm not talking ac

When I say we gon air out a building

We add to the killings

Talking bout popping his top

It's more than tea that's gon be spilling

I rock out and get it got something to knock off ya fitted

I treat this shit just like a scrimmage

I play with them digits

Bullets a travel and all of a sudden you don't got a pivot