"Crush Drink" lyrics
I'm high as a bitch
I'm high as a bitch I can't even think straight
Stolo whip driving, I'm slidin' on my mixtape
Catch you down bad, that's on gang, ya shit get faced
I like that drank taste
I like that sound when that ARP earthquake
Runnin' down on a play, I'm makin' terp plays
Hundred round on the AR, I make the butt shake
Get down when we kick the door in
Where a nigga shoot, what they think I got four hands?
Lookin' for the loot when I first had buss in
Gun down your troop so you better not have your gang with you
Pull on the block boy you know this shit dangerous
Get out a Glock, nigga, let out some anger
50 round joint like a clock, it be hangin'
Gotta have a stock on this bih, this bih swangin'
Re-up soon, I gotta pull up on the plug
Beat up your goons since you wanna be a thug
Dirty ass, little boy need to get in the tub
Glock 27, it mess your face up
I never lacking, I keep the hellpup
Pull up, drop all of your weed in mailbox
Ion' smoke no grabba, shit be harsh as fuck
Might gotta pop him he pull up act tough
Gunnin shit left and right like I crossed the roads
Deep in that trench, I can't put down my pole
Take your ass down, better not fuck with my bro
Whole gang got massified in the Stolo
Bitch tryna get a nigga drop, that's a no-go
Red kush head, nigga smoking on Mojo
Taking off your lid, nigga shooting at your afro
Passing out a gun when I use it, it's a raffle
Post on the bricks, throwing deuce in a snapple
Yeen' got a gun, you ain't getting in my car lacking
Keep a handgun but a draco my preference
Keep your pants on, bitch I just want that neck
I don't smoke the pack up, I make my whole profit
Looking for his backup, we shot all his patnas'
Real trench boy, I keep corners on my wallet
Fake pill popper we gon' watch you when you swallow it
Steal your TV, we ain't need to use a dolly
Everybody shoot you, you don't even know who shot you
Need anything, boy the spot right here got it
Fiening for the fine pussy, boy don't want no money
Bitch want a gang, run a train, we ain't want it
First blunt smoke to the face, had to dome it
Nigga ass ain't having aim, nigga scrawny
Catch out the traffic by painting my opponent
Different artillery how the fuck I get my hands on
I'm high as a bitch I can't even think straight
Stolo whip driving, I'm slidin' on my mixtape
Catch you down bad, that's on gang, ya shit get faced
I like that drank taste
I like that sound when that ARP earthquake
Runnin' down on a play, I'm makin' terp plays
Hundred round on the AR, I make the butt shake
Get down when we kick the door in
Where a nigga shoot, what they think I got four hands?
Lookin' for the loot when I first had buss in
Gun down your troop so you better not have your gang with you
Pull on the block boy you know this shit dangerous
Get out a Glock, nigga, let out some anger
50 round joint like a clock, it be hangin'
Gotta have a stock on this bih, this bih swangin'
Re-up soon, I gotta pull up on the plug
Beat up your goons since you wanna be a thug
Dirty ass, little boy need to get in the tub
Glock 27, it mess your face up
I never lacking, I keep the hellpup
Pull up, drop all of your weed in mailbox
Ion' smoke no grabba, shit be harsh as fuck
Might gotta pop him he pull up act tough
Gunnin shit left and right like I crossed the roads
Deep in that trench, I can't put down my pole
Take your ass down, better not fuck with my bro
Whole gang got massified in the Stolo
Bitch tryna get a nigga drop, that's a no-go
Red kush head, nigga smoking on Mojo
Taking off your lid, nigga shooting at your afro
Passing out a gun when I use it, it's a raffle
Post on the bricks, throwing deuce in a snapple
Yeen' got a gun, you ain't getting in my car lacking
Keep a handgun but a draco my preference
Keep your pants on, bitch I just want that neck
I don't smoke the pack up, I make my whole profit
Looking for his backup, we shot all his patnas'
Real trench boy, I keep corners on my wallet
Fake pill popper we gon' watch you when you swallow it
Steal your TV, we ain't need to use a dolly
Everybody shoot you, you don't even know who shot you
Need anything, boy the spot right here got it
Fiening for the fine pussy, boy don't want no money
Bitch want a gang, run a train, we ain't want it
First blunt smoke to the face, had to dome it
Nigga ass ain't having aim, nigga scrawny
Catch out the traffic by painting my opponent
Different artillery how the fuck I get my hands on
