*CRASH OUT*

Lyrics

[Intro] Switch These Lanes Ride on Blades Grey Be the Gang Yeah We on the Same Thing I Ain't Got to Aim But I Could Get You Touched Up Eight Ounce in the Liter I Can't Kick That Cup [Chorus] Living Like Fuck It Im Crashing Ive Been Up Popping Since Last Week Baby on That Drama You Can Miss Me Only Want Commas No Besties Let Me Know If I Drop These Pills That Fasho Smoke Pack After Pack Where'd It Go? Bitch Dont Blow My High Let Me Flow Sorry Baby I Can't Love You Im on Go… Where You Won't Find Em Dont Miss Me I Ain't With the Drama Dont Tempt Me I Could Get It Popping Like… [Verse 1] .45 Cock Back Let It Blow Ahh Simmer Down Sucka Try Me You Get Fucked Up Riding With a Cutter Tell Me Where I Stuttered? Tryna Fuck This Bitch But Lately She Been Acting Stuck Up Money Cars and Clothes and Hoes I Guess I Gotta Suffer Balling Like the Rucker Tats on Me Like Barker 59 Problems Ain't No Hoe Could Ever Bother Drag Em to the River Neck Be Flooded VV Water I Been on the Field And a Pill Like the Bubble… [Bridge] Switch These Lanes Ride on Blades Grey Be the Gang Yeah We on the Same Thing I Ain't Got to Aim But I Could Get You Touched Up Eight Ounce in the Liter I Can't Kick That Cup [Chorus] Living Like Fuck It Im Crashing Ive Been Up Popping Since Last Week Baby on That Drama You Can Miss Me Only Want Commas No Besties Let Me Know If I Drop These Pills That Fasho Smoke Pack After Pack Where'd It Go? Bitch Dont Blow My High Let Me Flow Sorry Baby I Can't Love You Im on Go… Where You Won't Find Em Dont Miss Me I Ain't With the Drama Dont Tempt Me I Could Get It Popping Like… [Verse 2] Baby Nine Cock Back Let It Blow Ahh… Simmer Down Sucka Try Me You Know What Up Hundred Thousand Hoes Really I Dont Even Want Em Passing Down the Block Im on the Northside With That Drama Ain't No Dj But Ive Been Mixing Like Serato Addy With the Pharma Smoking on a Opper Hermes for the Bag And She Keep My Pistol on Her Going Out Sad Never That Dont You Wonder Put a Bitch on Blade Leave a Stain Either One of Em… [Outro] Switch These Lanes Ride on Blades Grey Be the Gang Yeah We on the Same Thing I Ain't Got to Aim But I Could Get You Touched Up Eight Ounce in the Liter I Can't Kick That Cup