Crash Out

Lyrics

[Intro: Blac Youngsta & Stunna 4 Vegas] (606 buried this beat) Ayy, pussy, what's up, nigga? I'm at your motherfuckin' front door step And I ain't pickin' up no newspaper (Bitch) Let's go, fuck a nigga, uh (Uh) Uh, 4X, uh (Gang gang, gang gang, gang gang) [Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas] We spaz out, my lil' youngins like to crash out I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out I won't drop a diss, we whack opps Chalk his body on the blacktop We know he not what he rap 'bout I touch a bitch, turn her on like a laptop [Post-Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas] I count dead niggas and I smoke dead niggas We fill his head with lead, my lil' hitters slide like sled, nigga I drop bread on your head, nigga, they give me your head Nigga play and he lay in his deathbed, fresh to death, he a dead man [Verse 1: Stunna 4 Vegas] My shooters try knock off his 'fro Bitch, we probably smokin' your bro Public figure, I stay with a pole Don't inhale it, we blowin' the smoke Triple K, I'm cutthroat We tryna hang a nigga by a rope Nigga, go get fixed, you broke They know I stay with that stick, it poke, uh, uh They know I stay with that fire Ain't no cap in my rap, ain't no tellin no lies And if I am, motherfucker, I'm flyin' Diss me in your trap, bitch, rapper, you dyin' Bust-down Rollie, I can't tell the time We double-back like press rewind I don't fuck with these niggas, they pickin' sides Ain't doin' a show if I can't bring my stick inside (On gang) [Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas] We spaz out, my lil' youngins like to crash out I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out I won't drop a diss, we whack opps Chalk his body on the blacktop We know he not what he rap 'bout I touch a bitch, turn her on like a laptop [Post-Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas] I count dead niggas and I smoke dead niggas We fill his head with lead, my lil' hitters slide like sled, nigga I drop bread on your head, nigga, they give me your head Nigga play and he lay in his deathbed, fresh to death, he a dead man [Verse 2: Blac Youngsta] Hit the block, spin it one more time Caught my opps on the backstreet, took 'em out and I hit 'em one more time I wish I could kill 'em one more time It's all good 'cause his mama sufferin', she wish she could see him one more time Ridin' in a steamer, bumpin' bone-crusher any nigga try to come for mines, get whacked Young niggas in my hood, we don't say, "Blood", nigga, we say "Blatt" Any nigga go against the gang, guarantee they gon' get whacked I ain't gon' lie, had to cut my bitch off, put my shit on flat Gotta keep a fully automatic, I'm a big dawg, I prefer that MAC Yeah, I put in work 'fore I go to church, I took my shirt 'fore I go to work I'm just like you, I gotta clock in, only difference is, I'ma shoot the clerk Young nigga, he gon' shoot you first, I'ma shoot you second I'm the last nigga you gon' see 'fore you leave this earth, lil' pussy Shootouts in my neighborhood, paid in full, I'm a real killer, but I saved the hood Warnin' on the gate, stay away from bulls, shoot him in the face, yeah Free my nigga Dre, I wish they can do it, pussy-ass nigga got gunned down Real OG in my nigga, speakin' on me, that'll get a nigga gunned down (Gang, gang) [Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas] We spaz out, my lil' youngins like to crash out I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out I won't drop a diss, we whack opps Chalk his body on the blacktop We know he not what he rap 'bout I touch a bitch, turn her on like a laptop [Post-Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas] I count dead niggas and I smoke dead niggas We fill his head with lead, my lil' hitters slide like sled, nigga I drop bread on your head, nigga, they give me your head Nigga play and he lay in his deathbed, fresh to death, he a dead man