Crash Dummy Freestyle ft. LilWoC Lyrics

I got plenty money

Aye

I got plenty money

I got bitches sell their body and then give me money

I be with my light skin

I swear my bitch so sunny

And you thought you caught me lacking, nigga, I just sent a dummy,

Aye

I just seen my opps

I can't be fucking with them, heard they talk to cops

Aye

All my niggas thuggin', they be clutchin' on them Glocks

Sippin' woc, nigga, no Ciroq

Nigga play in this bitch get popped

Aye

Smoking gas straight out the Ziploc

Aye

Like Rizzo I get this bitch hot

I'm high like I fly kites

Aye

She a hoe trynna be my wife

Niggas hating trynna have my life

Like Jared's we got ice

Aye

We got karats of this ice

I heard you be rattin', nigga, I can't fuck with mice

Bro, we know that you be cappin', everything you say is lies

I don't even gamble I just hit a lick on dice

Aye

I got niggas hit you, you won't see them, they disguised

And you know we gon blew some, we gon cook em like some fries

Heard you with them other guys

We slide through from the other side

Hella plugs stay buzzin' my line

I'm plugged in the city like powerlines

I was on the block while you was online

I face blunts like this shit FaceTime

She knows that it's laced but she say that it's fine

She ain't scared to crash, that's my ride or die

Bagging a dime that bitch is a dime

I got that nine for my starter pack

I know you cap, knock your snapback back

Matter of fact got the pack down pack

Manny Pacquiao with the way it hit back

Addicted to the cash and I'm finna relapse

Pop me a xan, still can't relax

You're not my runner up cause' you coming out last

Every time I re-up it's a fucking recap

No cap

No shade, finna pull up all black

Young Lac but I don't fucking lack

And the numbers don't lie, check the stats

Pretty bitch, still hit it from the back

Break her down like this shit a KitKat

Helped me set up a play through the Snap

When it's done finna send her her half

My better half always been that paper

I'm trynna get rich now not later

Try me you can meet your maker

Big nine gon' leave you with a crater

Run it up like a motherfucking pacer

Sauced up you can taste the flavor

In the kitchen like a motherfucking cater

Serving dope in a plastic container