Crashout Lyrics

Rake it up, run me my dough

Junkies lined up at the door

And it

Looks like

You want more

I want more yeah bring like four

They want war, then we at war

She search up what I just wore

Wore her out, she beat, she sore

I feel free, I'm me, I soar

That's not me, that's you, that's your

I do me, she paste, copy

She sloppy, but not on D

She on D, she fuck for free

How I know? my friend told me

I can go and go for weeks

I can't talk, don't peep a squeak

Please don't touch me, I'll tweak

Take her nigga, I'm a freak

Please don't speak cause talk is cheap

Your man take me out to eat

Please don't fuck up, I'll spazz

Beat that bitch then beat yo ass

Caught you while you getting gas

This no lie, I crash out bad

Crash out bad about my nigga

For my mans I'll pull that trigger

For my mans I'll do that time

Fuck that nigga, he not mine

If you broke, you wasting time

Wasting yours not wasting mine

Out my way hoe watch me shine

Invent shit like Albert 'Stein