Crash Dummy

Lyrics

[Intro] We only sell poppy seeds Wish a nigga w— And yeah, we got Marc in this bitch, nigga This shit legendary, nigga Oh yeah, "Legendary" just went Platinum too though, like And it went Gold first though, like We goin' ten times though, this shit just the beginning [Verse] Nigga, give me five years, I'm up a hundred M's Kick a nigga head in in some Butter Timbs But they was Louis V with the Monogram Nigga, put it on the scale, that is not a gram Left a brick in the cold and it got a tan Ten thousand for some Levi's cotton pants, with the crosses on 'em, bitch, these Chrome Hearts Bitch said shе love me, I ain't say shit, I got a cold heart I'm finna show you two M's whеn my phone charge I was just in the feds, havin' Freeze buy phone cards, nigga Now I'm back to it Come on bullshit and get whacked, stupid Five days home, got the bag movin' 'Member callin' Bud, askin' bring a nickel bag to me Back in 2017, I was a crash dummy Thirty racks in blues, but this Cass money Nigga, I got my son money Take ten thousand back, that's his gun money You wanna do a tape with me? Give me one hundred Told him throw the bag to me and he pump punted Ghazi just called, he got something for me All pink fifties on me, I got punk money I got gay money, I got straight money Nigga, I was spendin' Drake money I'm only gon' come outside you got pape' for me Bitch ass kinda fat, but her face ugly KB on some bullshit, he threw a K to me, but I caught it Shouldn't have took them five years, should've fought it IRS just called tryna do a audit They don't even know I spent all the dog shit We got a thousand rounds on us, we at Paul's shit, nigga On Clio Road Just told my bitch, "Don't lie no more" Then the bitch lied again, okay, she gotta go Another nigga died again, call it adiós With some slime niggas that'll wipe your nose You got on trash bag pants, I don't like your clothes I just had to tell my bitch, "I'll fight your Rose" I'm goin' to get a platinum presi', all I used to buy is Rolls, nigga And I ain't really buy gold I need a Perc' 30 right now, where Michael? Don't jump in the beef , 'cause you'll die too I just had to tell Dugg I'm one up, now he five-two Bitch, I'm a gangsta, but I cry too I got ten racks on me, tryna buy shoes, one pair Ain't pullin' up to your stu' 'less a gun there Can't believe they shot my house up while my son there Then I cussed Ju out, "You got a gun in here?", I'm on pre-trial Bitch pussy so wet, I need three towels Brought a 25V supercharged, twenty-three miles Yeah, ain't nobody drove it yet You still got your Track', ain't nobody stole it yet? Bought my bitch a Range Rover and she totaled it We back to Highs, had to get her some lil' lower shit