Crash Out

(albüm: F*ck Everybody 3 - 2020)

[Intro:]
Ayy, pussy, what's up, nigga?
I'm at your motherfucking front door step
And I ain't picking up no newspaper
Let's go, fuck a nigga (Uh, uh, uh, 4x)

[Stunna 4 Vegas:]
We spazz out, my lil' youngins like to crash out
I'm talking 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 opps
Chalk his body on the blacktop
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' hitters slide like sled, nigga
I drop bread on your head, nigga, they give me your head
Nigga play and he lay in his deathbed, fresh to death, he a dead man

My shooters try knock off his fro'
Bitch, we probably 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, motherfucker, I'm flying
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 spazz out, my lil' youngins like to crash out
I'm talking 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 opps
Chalk his body on the blacktop
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' hitters slide like sled, nigga
I drop bread on your head, nigga, they give me your head
Nigga play and he lay in his deathbed, fresh to death, he a dead man

[Blac Youngsta:]
Hit the block, spin it one more time
Caught my opps on the backstreet, took 'em out and I hit 'em one more time
I wish I could kill 'em one more time
It's 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 gon' get whacked
I ain't gon' lie, had to cut my bitch off, put my shit on flat
Gotta keep a fully automatic, I'm a big dawg, 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 gon' shoot you first, I'ma shoot you second
I'm the last nigga you gon' see 'fore you leave this earth, lil' pussy
Shootouts in my neighborhood, paid in full, I'm a 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)

[Stunna 4 Vegas:]
We spazz out, my lil' youngins like to crash out
I'm talking 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 opps
Chalk his body on the blacktop
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' hitters slide like sled, nigga
I drop bread on your head, nigga, they give me your head
Nigga play and he lay in his deathbed, fresh to death, he a dead man