"Crashouts" lyrics
(feat. BabyChiefDoit & Baby Kia)
(Bow-Bow, JAYLAP, talk to 'em)
Y'all already know it, it's Ddot man
Bringin' the rack to the rapping
Bringin' the rack to the hill (Shlatt)
Niggas know what the fuck going on, man
BabyChiefDoit, man (AHH)
I get tired off rappin', I ain't gon' lie
I hate this booth (Bow-Bow)
I hope you know I hate the opps
You fuck with 'em, I hate you too (Brr-Brr-Brr-Brr)
You got more than friends, and you got a lot
Why the fuck am I hanging with you? He was a bitch back in school
Now all of the sudden they think he is a dangerous dude
(Alright) Nigga cap on live
We push up on them, tryna get you popping
They know that BK pull up straight, too fully right (Ohh)
I don't want the gun so she paid me a hand grenade
Got soldiers killing all my word (AHHH), they move around like Santa's slave (Ahahaha)
I pass BK the grabber, he gon' tweak (He tweakin'), 200 crashout (Yeah)
But I know he gon' shoot up out the V (Bow-Bow-Bow-Bow)
Granny told me she don't like the crashout music
Fuck it, I start singing (Fuck it)
We in Atlanta, BK, can you shoot it next to my head?
And shit keep ringin' (AHHH)
Take BK out to the city
Word to my dead, the opps is shitty (Word to my)
Broke as hell, can't show me a '50 (Can't show me nothin')
Tell the hoes to show me the titties
Alright, shit, okay (Okay)
Chiefy and Ddot in the club (In the club), a nigga better not look too long
I didn't get searched, I snuck the slug (Alright)
I'm here to tag my G, pop up on Angel on the Coast
Do not pull up with Q5, back to back, [?]
Living life, thinking she sweet
We catch a bitch then make her lay down (Make her lay down)
Nigga thought she was a game, we sent her home
Now he can't play now
Of course that nigga a goofy (Goofy), we shoot at him in front of his tootie
Tell Chief, I'm ready to catch myself a hat, I'm feelin' like I'm in Call of Duty
To all of the hoes, I'm addicted to sex, like all of these crackers are addicted to crack
I ain't gon' lie, yeah, this hoe got me mad (Got me mad)
'Cause she a Chief fan, and I'm on crack
'Cause I'm back home, kicking shit up
That nigga making a post about his homie, instead of picking him up
If my favourite opposition died, I'm straight digging him up
He tried to duck, his ass got struck
Everybody from that set not gonna be shit, 'cause they not doing enough
They don't want to have beef with us, nigga
See an opp and I'm squeezing that nigga, word to my mother
I was outside as a youngin, and they don't compete with a nigga
In the rack and you know I'm with Star (Starbandz)
With Babychief, he never too far (Babychief)
And they know who we are (Who we are)
BK with me, go check on your car
I get tired off rappin', I ain't gon' lie
I hate this booth (Bow-Bow)
I hope you know I hate the opps
You fuck with 'em, I hate you too (Brr-Brr-Brr-Brr)
You got more than friends, and you got a lot
Why the fuck am I hanging with you? He was a bitch back in school
Now all of the sudden they think he is a dangerous dude
(Alright) Nigga cap on live
We push up on them, tryna get you popping
They know that BK pull up straight, too fully right (Ohh)
I don't want the gun so she paid me a hand grenade
Got soldiers killing all my word (AHHH), they move around like Santa's slave (Ahahaha)
They already know the fucking vibe, man
It's Ddot, man, bringin' the rack to the rapping
Bringin' the rack to the hill (Shlatt)
As Faceshots said last time, suck my dick
Fuck all the opps, any nigga that got anything against me
Suck my dick, nigga (Bow-Bow-Bow-Bow)
Y'all already know it, it's Ddot man
Bringin' the rack to the rapping
Bringin' the rack to the hill (Shlatt)
Niggas know what the fuck going on, man
BabyChiefDoit, man (AHH)
I get tired off rappin', I ain't gon' lie
I hate this booth (Bow-Bow)
I hope you know I hate the opps
You fuck with 'em, I hate you too (Brr-Brr-Brr-Brr)
You got more than friends, and you got a lot
Why the fuck am I hanging with you? He was a bitch back in school
Now all of the sudden they think he is a dangerous dude
(Alright) Nigga cap on live
We push up on them, tryna get you popping
They know that BK pull up straight, too fully right (Ohh)
I don't want the gun so she paid me a hand grenade
Got soldiers killing all my word (AHHH), they move around like Santa's slave (Ahahaha)
I pass BK the grabber, he gon' tweak (He tweakin'), 200 crashout (Yeah)
But I know he gon' shoot up out the V (Bow-Bow-Bow-Bow)
Granny told me she don't like the crashout music
Fuck it, I start singing (Fuck it)
We in Atlanta, BK, can you shoot it next to my head?
And shit keep ringin' (AHHH)
Take BK out to the city
Word to my dead, the opps is shitty (Word to my)
Broke as hell, can't show me a '50 (Can't show me nothin')
Tell the hoes to show me the titties
Alright, shit, okay (Okay)
Chiefy and Ddot in the club (In the club), a nigga better not look too long
I didn't get searched, I snuck the slug (Alright)
I'm here to tag my G, pop up on Angel on the Coast
Do not pull up with Q5, back to back, [?]
Living life, thinking she sweet
We catch a bitch then make her lay down (Make her lay down)
Nigga thought she was a game, we sent her home
Now he can't play now
Of course that nigga a goofy (Goofy), we shoot at him in front of his tootie
Tell Chief, I'm ready to catch myself a hat, I'm feelin' like I'm in Call of Duty
To all of the hoes, I'm addicted to sex, like all of these crackers are addicted to crack
I ain't gon' lie, yeah, this hoe got me mad (Got me mad)
'Cause she a Chief fan, and I'm on crack
'Cause I'm back home, kicking shit up
That nigga making a post about his homie, instead of picking him up
If my favourite opposition died, I'm straight digging him up
He tried to duck, his ass got struck
Everybody from that set not gonna be shit, 'cause they not doing enough
They don't want to have beef with us, nigga
See an opp and I'm squeezing that nigga, word to my mother
I was outside as a youngin, and they don't compete with a nigga
In the rack and you know I'm with Star (Starbandz)
With Babychief, he never too far (Babychief)
And they know who we are (Who we are)
BK with me, go check on your car
I get tired off rappin', I ain't gon' lie
I hate this booth (Bow-Bow)
I hope you know I hate the opps
You fuck with 'em, I hate you too (Brr-Brr-Brr-Brr)
You got more than friends, and you got a lot
Why the fuck am I hanging with you? He was a bitch back in school
Now all of the sudden they think he is a dangerous dude
(Alright) Nigga cap on live
We push up on them, tryna get you popping
They know that BK pull up straight, too fully right (Ohh)
I don't want the gun so she paid me a hand grenade
Got soldiers killing all my word (AHHH), they move around like Santa's slave (Ahahaha)
They already know the fucking vibe, man
It's Ddot, man, bringin' the rack to the rapping
Bringin' the rack to the hill (Shlatt)
As Faceshots said last time, suck my dick
Fuck all the opps, any nigga that got anything against me
Suck my dick, nigga (Bow-Bow-Bow-Bow)
