SSJ Crashout Lyrics

Nobody want smoke with me

Nobody want smoke with me

Crash out, crash out, crash out

Nobody want smoke with me

Nobody want smoke with me

Nobody want smoke with me

Nobody want smoke with me

Crash out, crash out, crash out

Nobody want smoke with me

Nobody want smoke with me

Whatever you niggas want bring it

Lord strike me if I ain't him

All my niggas wanna start a riot

Try it, they gone have to bring the tanks in

Hard to hold em, this shit Mark and Nolan nigga

This just something that you can't win

Like that Rocky nigga how to break them

I'm a bus a nigga to the snakeskin

I could give a fuck about a fake friend

Silver or lead, ya bitch

Promise I'll aim for the head, ya bitch

I'm double tapping, triple tapping

Fo, five, six times till you dead, ya bitch

Yeah, I said what I said, ya bitch

Bloodshed for my bread, ya bitch

You best do what I says, ya bitch

You phony on camera, go Tony Montana, I'll air this shit and never lack or worry

So many opps heads on my wall, got a group deal for the taxidermy

Arm, leg, leg, arm, leg, fuck a blackberry, leave him black and buried

Have ya moms crying "why God" he gon say " Fritz packed a deezy"

I been acting wild

I'm a have niggas smoked that's a black and mild

Me and my niggas tight like a cracker's style

If you think you the shit I'm a smack it out

Ain't no backing out, I been looking for smoke

Every song I'm on like I'm whipping up dope

Teanna Trump, niggas come at ya throat

One phone call turn a goon to a ghost

Who's afraid of the nerds

Nobody want smoke with me

Nobody want smoke with me

Crash out, crash out, crash out

Nobody want smoke with me

Nobody want smoke with me

Nobody want smoke with me

Nobody want smoke with me

Crash out, crash out, crash out

Nobody want smoke with me

Nobody want smoke with me

I don't give a fuck where you lay at nigga

Bring the mother fucking ruckus

What's Poppin? A couple hungry mother fuckers

I'm locked in, and can't no other touch Iluhdis

Like damn

Might stomp ya brotha out in public

Who want it it's up and stuck you on some sucker shit

Run up I'll uppercut you till the sun up

You won't even get a chance to put ya gun up

Like fam

I'm sick of the games

and all you wanna do is bitch and complain

That shit you talking sum like piss in the rain

You'll catch a shell for every link in the chain

Them ambulances need to pick up ya brain

Turn everybody in ya click to a stain

That's just what happens when you lit with my gang

It's money or murder to get in the game nigga

You faux active

Bros gassing

My pole blasting

Toe tagging

My whole faction gets so ratchet

forty fo magnum to yo cabbage

You's no savage

You keep the peace

Red all in my teeth

Cause I'm eating beats(beets)

My shit DTA

How I'm a feed the streets

Ya shit PGA

My niggas ain't playing

No more

My niggas ready for war

Pistols, machetes and swords

Fritz be the pettiest

I'll never settle the score

Leave all that red on the walls

Ain't no way you fucking with the squad

Pray the doc could stomach all the scars

Aim and pop, I said this all before

I make sure that everything is raw

Nobody want smoke with me

Nobody want smoke with me

Crash out, crash out, crash out

Nobody want smoke with me

Nobody want smoke with me

Nobody want smoke with me

Nobody want smoke with me

Crash out, crash out, crash out

Nobody want smoke with me

Nobody want smoke with me