Crash

Lyrics

[Intro: Don Q] I smoke at least a zip before I, before I crash Yeah, Don I smoke at least a zip before I crash, before I crash Yeah, yeah (yeah yeah) [Chorus: Don Q] I smoke at least a zip before I crash We pitchin' on the strip like fuck the tax Runnin' up them things my only task Gotta lease them for my kids before I pass Got a 9 year old that depend on her dad Pulled over by patrol, I'm used to gettin' harassed I'm dolo with that work, like I don't need a stash But I chose to work up off my clip into my craft [Verse 1: Don Q] Thеse niggas greedy and envious That's something I see from еxperience I gotta compete through appearances They thinking you weak when you generous Can't no shit, can't blame with us We gotta keep FN with us Shit getting real tricky We had just got to LA when they killed Nipsey My body is still chilly You can spread love and they still envy Can't trust a soul, so no we ain't never friendly You know we play with the drugs, know I ain't feel any, uh I'm playin' with the drugs Fuck the fame with the love Hurricane in the club I see hate in your blood I see staines on the glove Preachers because I got angels above, yeah [Chorus: Don Q] I smoke at least a zip before I crash We pitchin' on the strip like fuck the tax Runnin' up them things my only task Gotta lease them for my kids before I pass Got a 9 year old that depend on her dad Pulled over by patrol, I'm used to gettin' harassed I'm dolo with that work, like I don't need a stash But I chose to work up off my clip into my craft [Verse 2: Lil Reese] Everytime when I'm in the hood, 12 harassin' my ass I want lots of cash Ridin' around with the Glock, fuck a stash 12 get on me, high speed they ass Going fast, na I ain't gon crash Niggas police, I think they feds You made your bed, lay in that bed Niggas talkin' bout they really hate That's old shit, we ain't going off that That's some black and white, we got them facts My nigga, what the fuck is that? Knowing damb well I can't fuck with a rat Knowing damb well it don't go like that When I talk some shit, Imma speak the facts Niggas out here on the corner with that I need a lot of money for my daughters That's facts Rollin' up a lot of that exotic, back to back Bitch we just smoke like so many zips Brought like so many clips In case a fuck nigga trip [Chorus: Don Q] I smoke at least a zip before I crash We pitchin' on the strip like fuck the tax Runnin' up them things my only task Gotta lease them for my kids before I pass Got a 9 year old that depend on her dad Pulled over by patrol, I'm used to gettin' harassed I'm dolo with that work, like I don't need a stash But I chose to work up off my clip into my craft