"Crash Time" lyrics
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 fuckin' 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?
I 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
Nigga, 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
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 fuckin' 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?
I 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
Nigga, 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
