Crash
Trapland Pat
GENRE
I’m boutta go nuts like cashews
It don’t even matter ima crash when I catch you
Foreign ahh whip 200 on the dash too
Where the fuck he at I just rode right pass u
Really went to spinnin with the doors up
Snoozing off the lean made his bitch ahh froze up
On 19th bruh we boutta pick boze up
Could tell a nigga booted cuz my eyes won’t close up
She said she cut me off bitch so what
Free my nigga briccs right now he eating cold cuts
Slow the whip down cuz a nigga gotta pour up
Vision so blurry like my screen won’t load up
They say a nigga smooth with the word play
1st of the month cross the globe we call it bird day
Side piecе my appetizer main bitch my entree
I just had a threesomе call that bih a cross play
Yea I tell em they could chill but they can’t stay
I make em work for me they gon do whatever I say
Plug on the way I told em ten four
5 percent or lower why the fuck you got tint for
He ain’t even shoot why the fuck that nigga slid for
Price on his head we waiting on the highest bid doe
Gas a nigga up like speedway
Steady bending corners back to back like a relay
Mizzle said run that shit back like a djay
Shooter out the sunroof he do it on the freeway
How y’all got points ain’t never score
We was never wealthy we was always poor
How the fuck he shot up he came up off the floor
Dey ain’t let me in he blew the hedges off the door
Ain’t no such thing as being to safe
All I got is color money stacked up in this briefcase
All that drip he ain’t wearing ain’t real bra that’s too fake
These unreleased it ain’t even got a due date
I told luh mama try one if she like the feeling she can buy one
Pop 2 pop 3 baby pop 4 pop 5 pop 6 baby pop moreeee
It don’t even matter ima crash when I catch you
Foreign ahh whip 200 on the dash too
Where the fuck he at I just rode right pass u
Really went to spinnin with the doors up
Snoozing off the lean made his bitch ahh froze up
On 19th bruh we boutta pick boze up
Could tell a nigga booted cuz my eyes won’t close up
She said she cut me off bitch so what
Free my nigga briccs right now he eating cold cuts
Slow the whip down cuz a nigga gotta pour up
Vision so blurry like my screen won’t load up
They say a nigga smooth with the word play
1st of the month cross the globe we call it bird day
Side piecе my appetizer main bitch my entree
I just had a threesomе call that bih a cross play
Yea I tell em they could chill but they can’t stay
I make em work for me they gon do whatever I say
Plug on the way I told em ten four
5 percent or lower why the fuck you got tint for
He ain’t even shoot why the fuck that nigga slid for
Price on his head we waiting on the highest bid doe
Gas a nigga up like speedway
Steady bending corners back to back like a relay
Mizzle said run that shit back like a djay
Shooter out the sunroof he do it on the freeway
How y’all got points ain’t never score
We was never wealthy we was always poor
How the fuck he shot up he came up off the floor
Dey ain’t let me in he blew the hedges off the door
Ain’t no such thing as being to safe
All I got is color money stacked up in this briefcase
All that drip he ain’t wearing ain’t real bra that’s too fake
These unreleased it ain’t even got a due date
I told luh mama try one if she like the feeling she can buy one
Pop 2 pop 3 baby pop 4 pop 5 pop 6 baby pop moreeee
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