Crash Out Lyrics

Once rejected by a bitch

I almost crashed out

She laughed loud

I almost slapped the bitch inside her damn mouth

Don't cap now

Cause now you see a nigga got a bag now

No handouts

Unless before I made it you lent a hand out

Once rejected by a bitch

I almost crashed out

She laughed loud

I almost slapped the bitch inside her damn mouth

Don't cap now

Cause now you see a nigga got a bag now

No handouts

Unless before I made it you lent a hand out

I was always that lil nigga with a mad frown

Came from a place where I was taught to keep a strap round

Graduated then i burned the fucking cap and gown down

They hate me cause I never care to be around the crack crowd

Train that bitch cause they all getting cracked now

All I need is a whip, and yo bitch is pulling pants down

Real sad how

She through yo ass away

You a cast out

Nigga really thought he had a bitch that he could brag bout

If I ain't happy there ain't shit yall should be glad bout

See this hate on my face

Man I wish I could just crash out

All this pain taking space

What the fuck you think I'm sad bout

See this look on my face

Its getting hard to let a laugh out

It's hard to see how the lil bitch turned out

You was once the bitch I wanted

Now you looking all dragged out

I guess I dodged a bullet, cause I'm focused on my bag now

But what you really expect from hanging round that shaking ass crowd

Once rejected by a bitch

I almost crashed out

She laughed loud

I almost slapped the bitch inside her damn mouth

Don't cap now

Cause now you see a nigga got a bag now

No handouts

Unless before I made it you lent a hand out

Once rejected by a bitch

I almost crashed out

She laughed loud

I almost slapped the bitch inside her damn mouth

Don't cap now

Cause now you see a nigga got a bag now

No handouts

Unless before I made it you lent a hand out

Parking lots we was chilling

Windows blacked out

Ion like to wait

If you need it come cash out

Thinking bout it I wish i would've went the fucking scam route

But ion got the patience for the questions that they ask bout

At the trap house, these hoes getting passed round

Ion got 9 figures, so ain't shit for me to laugh bout

It's mad fowl, these hoes wanna burkin with no grad gown

They'll even sell they soul to a nigga, if its glammed out