Crash Out

Aye pussy what’s up nigga
I’m at your muhfuckin front door step and I ain’t pickin up no newspaper
Let’s go, fuck a nigga
Uh Uh Uh (4 Times)
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 ops
Chalk his body on the black top
We know he not what he rap bout
I touch a bitch turn her on like a laptop
I count dead niggas, and I smoke dead niggas
We fill his head with lead my lil hittas slide like sled nigga
I drop bread on your head nigga, they give me your head
Nigga play and he lay in his death bed
Fresh to death he a dead man
My shooters try knock off his fro bitch we prolly smoking your bro
Public figure I stay with a pole
Don’t inhale it we blowing 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 muhfucka I’m flyin, diss me in your trap bitch rapper you dying
Bust down rollie I can’t tell the time
We double back like press rewind
I don’t fuck with these niggas they picking sides
Ain’t doing a show if I can’t bring my stick inside
(On Gang)
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 ops
Chalk his body on the black top
We know he not what he rap bout
I touch a bitch turn her on like a laptop
I count dead niggas, and I smoke dead niggas
We fill his head with lead my lil hittas slide like sled nigga
I drop bread on your head nigga, they give me your head
Nigga play and he lay in his death bed
Fresh to death he a dead man
Hit the block spin it one more time
Caught my ops on the backstreet took em out and I hit em one more time
I wish I could kill em one more time
Its all good cause his mama suffering
She wish she could see him one more time
Riding in a steamer bumping 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 gone get whacked
I ain’t gone lie had to cut my bitch off put my shit on flat
Gotta keep a fully automatic I’m a big dog 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 gone shoot you first
I’ma shoot you second I’m the last nigga you gone see fore you leave this earth,
lil pussy
Shootouts in my neighborhood paid in full
Ima real killer but I saved the hood
Warning 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 speaking on me that’ll get a nigga gunned down
(Gang Gang)
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 ops
Chalk his body on the black top
We know he not what he rap bout
I touch a bitch turn her on like a laptop
I count dead niggas, and I smoke dead niggas
We fill his head with lead my lil hittas slide like sled nigga
I drop bread on your head nigga, they give me your head
Nigga play and he lay in his death bed
Fresh to death he a dead man