CRASH Lyrics

Pull up and crash, makin' it splash hunni' per bags, hunni' round mags

I'm movin too fast, it's three on the dash with four on that bag and 800 racks

It's fuck what you said, I'll leave you on read I'll leave you for dead, chop off your head

Pourin' down red, countin' up blues gettin this bread

Gettin' this bread I'm makin' a loaf, cook it up, makin' some toast

That boy a chicken, we makin' some roast Yeah, I met with his girl, she doin' the most

I told her, get out, can't hang with a goat, no

Can't hang with a goat, can't hang with a goat, can't hang with a goat

Little shawty a 10, you know what we do We makin' a show, she know when to blow

She know when to go, you know how it go Balenci my toe, rick owen my hoe

I'm gettin' this loot, it's fuck what you do, I'm makin' it rude

I'm gettin' the blues, I never could lose On top of this world, can't see with your two

Ch-choppa fanatic, I got all the ruges, Not a mechanic, but I got all the tools

Not a finesser, could still take your shoes I'm on the move, got my eyes on the prize

I can't be amused I'm steppin' it up, got my dreams come true

I'm makin' some moves, got some songs to produce I've been on the grind, can't fit in these shoes

Nah, can't fit in these shoes Yeah, it's a thousand a pair for all of my crew

Maison Margiela, she like how I move She said she want bangs, I got her one two

She stuck with me now, she ain't got a clue They shot that boy up, I'm lookin' for clues

They lookin' for clues, they lookin' for clues They lookin' for clues, they lookin' for clues

Can't feel my head, I feel like I crashed Got too much to splash, I'm takin' some risks

I'm movin too fast, got the cops on my ass My heart do the dash

Some risks I'm movin too fast got the cops on my ass my heart do the dash

Pull up and crash, makin' it splash hunni' per bags, hunni' round mags

I'm movin too fast, it's three on the dash with four on that bag and 800 racks

It's fuck what you said, I'll leave you on read I'll leave you for dead, chop off your head

Pourin' down red, countin' up blues gettin this bread

Gettin' this bread I'm makin' a loaf, cook it up, makin' some toast That boy had chicken, we makin' some roast

Yeah, I met with his girl, she doin' the most I told her, get out, can't hang with a goat, no

Can't hang with a goat, can't hang with a goat Can't hang with a goat

Little shawty a 10, you know what we do We makin' a show, she know when to blow

She know when to go, you know how it go Balenci my toe, rick owen my hoe, uh, rick owen my hoe Uh, uh, Rick owen my hoe, uh

Rick owen my hoe, uh, rick owen my hoe