Crashout Music

Lyrics

[Verse] Niggas love crashin' out, this somethin' to strike to I've been feelin' like a goal, like what would Mike do? Think again if you think I'm finna fight you If you dick suck to get poppin', I don't like you (I don't) Oh, you gettin' money? Let me see your Credit Karma (Let me see) Brodie brought a stick, now he got two, call him the drummer Steady bringin' up old shit, oh, you the plumber? Shine in the wintertime, I grind in the summer Put an opp head through the door, here's Johnny Tryna get a song on 2K, call Ronny Yeah, I got the power, I've been feelin' almighty Cappin' at his crib, found out he a homebody The truth might hurt, but them lies dig you deeper (They do) Bitch takin' souls, in here hangin' with the reaper (Shit) If she ever crack a smile at you, you can keep her Two Bape hoodies what I'm chargin' for a feature I'll end bro career, sweet chin music Know your gun collectin' dust because you don't use it Yeah, the storm came, but you gotta know I got through it Didn't wait for the bag to come, I went and got to it Niggas ain't solid, I done made my mind up (They hoes) Boy, you broke, ain't got no money for a lineup (Damn) I don't think you on that, it just make you sound tough I be in my bag, I'm sorry that I'm not around much Linkin' with these hoes, eatin' coochie, you a munch (Muncher) Pulled up with her friend, she the baddest out the bunch (Damn) First designer shoes I ever got was off a punch Throwback Thursday, I'm smokin' on some Pink Runtz Made her tap out, probably 'cause she's so submissive You gon' catch somethin' fuckin' these dirty bitches I be talkin' crazy, just say that you don't listen Boy, I'm workin' 'til I'm rich enough to buy the Pistons Rich uncle droppin' off gifts, Saint Nick I'm like, "You remember?" She like, "I got the wrong bitch" (Shut up) Every time I drop, they be like, "Dee, you never miss" She a bad bitch, just like a thousand for a kiss Bro'll crash out, but that ain't somethin' I condone She a freaky fam, want me to fuck her to my song (Ayy) Dick suckers grind my gears, I really want 'em gone Smokin' on Battista 'cause I swear this shit strong Smoke my competition like an eighthy, it's a mid How you gettin' money but don't take care of your kids? Why you mad? I'm like you gotta get it how you live You can't talk that big money if you don't have a crib You can talk to the man with the plan If you tryna make it out 'cause I can show you how it's layin' If I pop out, it's 'bout business, I ain't with none of the playin' Why these young niggas crashin' out? I don't understand (I don't get it) [Outro] ShittyBoyz