Crash Out Lyrics

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Cup filled with gingerale soda

Smoke a blunt while I record/pour up,

Re-up when im below quota

You know how a business go

Fight like Rocky Balboa

Spend that shit, get some more

Run it up, till I go up

This shit ain't nun, if you ain't know

All I gotta do is rap on beats and I can make a million,

Wouldn't stop there, run a business to a billion

So, why would I not choose this profession to feed my children?

It's no other way, I gotta go at it, I gotta spit it

I spit the realest

I want the yacht, you deserve Kia

His rebound a lame, don't wanna be her

Fuck them books, fuck them kids, I been reading Think and Grow Rich, uh

You never know who you shitting on,so watch who you shit on,

Watch who you speaking on, and watch who you do wrong

I can say I'm sorry for a lot, and it won't mean nun

They gon only care forreal only when the green come

So imma give em racks, that's just for my apology, then they can kiss my ass, nun else they got from me

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

They hide from, the lie to me, they dead to me, no revivalin'

This ain't no bebe, real 22 shell, ain't no modeling

She a sloppy bitch, type to get drunk and be wobbling

He a thirst trap nigga, type to brag on how I be gobbling

You lame nigga!

I'll hammer yo dick after we fuck, that's pain nigga!

Do some shit to you that'll make yo ass wanna sang nigga

I still got the video you took after you had laid with her

You made you bed of lies, and I'm the bitch that made you lay in em

Lil bitch!

Lil bitch!

Lil bitch!

Go throw yo ass a fit

Lil bitch!

Lil bitch!!

Ian never gave no fucks

Tell yo new bitch come get up

Tell that new bitch come get up, with me