Crash Time

I bet a nigga ain't gon'- Yeah, like, nigga We be on- Yeah, man I don't even- (Phebo) Ayy, bitch ass nigga Niggas ain't draw no motherfuckin' blood, like what, nigga Man, we hit big every motherfuckin' time, nigga Check the news, nigga Another hat Ayy, dare a nigga to try me, my crew lace shit down on site It ain't no passes that we give, we on your ass like white on rice Kimbo my Drac', hop out and slice 7-Eleven, bitch roll the dice Steppin' and steppin', makin' 'em piped You send him, we hit him, he ain't comin' back (Boom) There go money that I touch, on opps I up the fuckin' price I might take his bitch and boss her up, I like her shape, she nice Don't pop pour to four he poured a eight This time it's not his Sprite We some vamps, baby, I don't come outside until it's night Please don't tempt me I be tempted with that Drac', play, I line him up Like, teachers playin' today Them hits be organized, get taught, you ducked Like, who is all these new niggas beef with me? Bet, round 'em up We bound to make another nigga die tryna get down on us Bitch, I never ducked no smoke I slung that iron plenty times, I'm still spinnin' I'm active, boy, give a fuck about nothin', nigga, slide down I put this shit on pause, nigga, 'bout my dog We put shit in the ground They know 'bout us, we fuck shit up anytime we come, nigga, ask around When a nigga did some to Dot? Can't name no time, niggas pussyfootin' All these Bully rookies with no fuckin' hats, they all pussy Niggas mad, now they ass wan' beef 'bout a switch That's bull, my dog took it Bet a nigga won't fuck with me I'ma crash out, I don't care who lookin' Ride 'round on every side of town, fuck who don't fuck with us Shit, fuck whoever don't fuck with me I ain't hurtin', bitch, I don't give a fuck Say I'm endearin' and belligerent Since I ran this motherfuckin' money up I'ma act a ass 'cause I want to I can merch niggas ain't done enough When Ralo died I was in that car, after practice I was doin' drills Really chase a nigga, I apply my athlete skills and run down kills 2019 them boys ain't have no fuckin' guns, I was on they hills I was spinnin' on they shit for fun No bap, they know what it is I got plenty funds, I spend that shit on robbings, I don't club Might take thirty out for fun And fuckin' give my bitch a dub Been that shit since a jitterbug, my daddy used to thug My mama too, ain't raise no pussys, fuck you think I get it from? Why hate when we can't get this pape' together? I'll give you some Dick her down, she want some now and later, made her fall in love Want that static, we gon' hit you up, wet you like a tub Keep on reppin', we gon' kill that bug, fuck you and your thugs Bitch, I'm pistol bangin', lane changin', step on shit like rug Bitch, my gang dangerous, told that bitch she better not spill my cup Bitch, we still stainin' Opps, we kill they ass, nigga, just because You ain't my fuckin' twin Don't try to peace me up, nigga, you ain't my blood Pistol gang, throw guns for Pete And, bitch, we swing that Drac' for Leeke Been runnin' through them bands Could've bought a Patek or went and copped Piguet But I didn't, bitch I rather fund this beef and put these niggas to sleep I'ma fuck my wrist up though and ice my bitch so she can look like me B.B. Simon belt, Amiri jeans, might put on a Off-White tee Think you dumb? Well, bitch, we stupid Everybody 'round be off like me They like why y'all sip that shit? Codeine I need, I'm coughin', see? Boy, play with me, I'ma bang a hundred rounds Leave burned like coffee beans Baby, I'm a star, gotta fuck with rubber now, my time be costin' me Man, baby played, this ho can't come around Now this bitch stalkin' me I bang that Drac', it sound how thunder sound Boy, you'll get off of me (Boom, boom, boom) Bitch, I'm on point, no, you won't run me down I get shit off of me, yeah Nigga already know how we fuckin' rockin', man Bruh, niggas can talk that talk all they fuckin' want to (Kill your stupid ass broad day) We be slangin' iron out this motherfucker This shit ain't gon' never stop (Anywhere, anytime) Don't come around tryna play me like no fuckin' rapper You gon' get your ass hit on camera (On God) Everything, nigga That's on the set, nigga RIP Ralo, RIP John, RIP Leeke Ain't runnin' from none RW Alright, let me hear that adlib