Crash Out

[Intro: Jit4 Stan & Kodak Black]

Posted with my strap out, don't send no hitter, he gettin’ killed

Free Melly like right now before we break him out the cell

I'm about to crash out, but everybody tellin' me chill

Mama, I’m in my bag now, your baby boy got you a crib

All these niggas flag, yeah, they say they killin', but who they killed?

He just died 'fore hard to live, hope we make it out this field

And these pills, tell that nigga back down, love to kill

[Chorus: Jit4 Stan & Kodak Black]

I'm about to crash out, but everybody tellin' me chill

Mama, I'm in my bag now, your baby boy got you a crib

All you gotta do is rap now, 4, we don't need you on no drills

Probably start beefin' with my dogs ’causе they won’t let me gеt in the whip

Tryna run up a while, but I ride around now with this Glock

I'm takin’ it serious, but I like me better in that car, mm

My mind on guap, it's been a while, I cut a head off

Take him off that block for a while, right now, it's like the feds out

[Verse: Jit4 Stan & Kodak Black]

Me and bro conversate, he was once in my situation

I did not contemplate, industry, I'ma come and take it

Put my heart up in this shit, I’m a project baby

Tryna stay up out the mix, I can't let 'em take me

Got my pistol on me, this one here ain't got no safety

Streets been gettin' to me, somebody come please save me

Shit ain't safe out here, so this tool ain't on safety

Talkin' to my steel, I'm countin' on you to save me

Niggas keep fuckin' me with me, I'ma send ma dukes to Haiti

Crop that boy out the picture next day, that boy won't say cheese

Heard he was loafin' on his block, boy, that lo' got Swiss cheesed

Big bro tellin' me to stop, boy, this music shit sweet

I'm finna stop talking, on God, 'cause what the hell got into me?

Could you protect me from my heart? I could handle my enemies

Ayy, these days, I been mixin' molly with the lean

Streets saved him, yeah, how much niggas gotta bleed?

[Chorus: Jit4 Stan & Kodak Black]

I'm about to crash out, but everybody tellin' me chill

Mama, I'm in my bag now, your baby boy got you a crib

All you gotta do is rap now, 4, we don't need you on no drills

Probably start beefin' with my dogs 'cause they won't let me get in the whip

Tryna run up a while, but I ride around now with this Glock

I'm takin' it serious, but I like me better in that car, mm

My mind on guap, it's been a while, I cut a head off

Take him off that block for a while, right now, it's like the feds out