"Don't Crash" lyrics
Yeah, yeah (Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
Nigga
Uh-huh
Yeah
Nigga
Me and G just did two shows with a .556 in my pants, nigga
Mama say, "Wherever you go, keep that K in your hand"
I was fifteen when I first seen a murder, ain't nobody held my hand
I'm in the [?] right now with millionaires, far from sandwich bags
Joe just called my phone, like, "Fatt, where you at?" Finna pull up on marching bag
Bitch, I'm from West Memphis, I'm far from the kitchen but I still'll whip somethin' fast
Mention my name in anything, flrrt, switchers on your ass
Joe be telling me that this shit on the floor, he like, "Fatt, don't crash"
That shit hurted my heart when I seen my auntie sniff some glass
I'm from a city, before you walked out the house, make sure you got on your mask
[?] fire in the hospital chilling with doctors, now I'm on a jet with Bagg
Mama say you better chill, I'm sending them hits 'fore them feds get your ass
Nigga, you don't wanna see me mad
All my life, been on niggas' ass
In Miami with a hundred somethin' on my neck, reach for it, that's your ass
I just pray to God like I feel sorry for the ones who put me last
With the pimpin', it look like Hannah Montana, just brought him a bag of cash
Look like this shit came quick
I know they're like, "How the fuck Fatt blew up so fast?"
Bagg just told me some real shit
The opps found out, they gon' hurry up and smoke my ass
In the [?] on the same shit
Everybody tellin' me, "Fatt, you finna go up fast"
I'm the son you wish you had
To my old bitch, I swear you can kiss my ass
Nigga, uh, yeah
Uh
Uh, bitch
Yeah
Haha, I fuck with this shit, y'all fuck with this shit
Me and G just did two shows with a .556 in my pants, nigga
Mama say, "Wherever you go, keep that K in your hand"
I was fifteen when I first seen a murder, ain't nobody held my hand
I'm in the [?] right now with millionaires, far from sandwich bags
Joe just called my phone, like, "Fatt, where you at?" Finna pull up on marching bag
Bitch, I'm from West Memphis, I'm far from the kitchen but I still'll whip somethin' fast
Mention my name in anything, flrrt, switchers on your ass
Joe be telling me that this shit on the floor, he like, "Fatt, don't crash"
Nigga
Uh-huh
Yeah
Nigga
Me and G just did two shows with a .556 in my pants, nigga
Mama say, "Wherever you go, keep that K in your hand"
I was fifteen when I first seen a murder, ain't nobody held my hand
I'm in the [?] right now with millionaires, far from sandwich bags
Joe just called my phone, like, "Fatt, where you at?" Finna pull up on marching bag
Bitch, I'm from West Memphis, I'm far from the kitchen but I still'll whip somethin' fast
Mention my name in anything, flrrt, switchers on your ass
Joe be telling me that this shit on the floor, he like, "Fatt, don't crash"
That shit hurted my heart when I seen my auntie sniff some glass
I'm from a city, before you walked out the house, make sure you got on your mask
[?] fire in the hospital chilling with doctors, now I'm on a jet with Bagg
Mama say you better chill, I'm sending them hits 'fore them feds get your ass
Nigga, you don't wanna see me mad
All my life, been on niggas' ass
In Miami with a hundred somethin' on my neck, reach for it, that's your ass
I just pray to God like I feel sorry for the ones who put me last
With the pimpin', it look like Hannah Montana, just brought him a bag of cash
Look like this shit came quick
I know they're like, "How the fuck Fatt blew up so fast?"
Bagg just told me some real shit
The opps found out, they gon' hurry up and smoke my ass
In the [?] on the same shit
Everybody tellin' me, "Fatt, you finna go up fast"
I'm the son you wish you had
To my old bitch, I swear you can kiss my ass
Nigga, uh, yeah
Uh
Uh, bitch
Yeah
Haha, I fuck with this shit, y'all fuck with this shit
Me and G just did two shows with a .556 in my pants, nigga
Mama say, "Wherever you go, keep that K in your hand"
I was fifteen when I first seen a murder, ain't nobody held my hand
I'm in the [?] right now with millionaires, far from sandwich bags
Joe just called my phone, like, "Fatt, where you at?" Finna pull up on marching bag
Bitch, I'm from West Memphis, I'm far from the kitchen but I still'll whip somethin' fast
Mention my name in anything, flrrt, switchers on your ass
Joe be telling me that this shit on the floor, he like, "Fatt, don't crash"
