Crashing Out (feat. YBeezy & Berzerk)

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King Moe

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Ayy, gang, say, we crashin' out
All my niggas made it out, but we crashin' out
She pop a perc up in her mouth, she gon' take it down
I can't think, I need some drink
I might just pour the fucking Quagen up
Why these niggas actin' like they don't know me
Y'all already know what's up
And we on yall ass can't get a pass
Cause all my niggas finna crash
We got the Glock and we do magic
Catch yo' ass up in that traffic
Why all these people cap sayin like they got some racks
These people broke
Try to slide on me I'm gonna leave you dead
You and your hoe
We gon' spark a couple times, put that boy right on the news
And every time we try to slide, these niggas cap that's just for views
Why they watch my every move trying to see just what I do
Because they know that I'm jeti smooth and they know that I'm just the truth
And I get up in that mode, yeah, I get up in that groove
F*ck it, I got a bag now
They like, when I talk about the money, that's that bag sound
All these niggas talkin' like they with it, gon' be assed out
You better not crash now
All my niggas made it out, but we crashing out
She pop a perc up in her mouth, she gon' take it down
Try to play me bout my money now I'm flashin' out
You talkin' bout the bank, well, bitch, you know I'm cashin' out
Slidin' in that Trakhawk, bet he go, he act hard
Sippin' on that Wockhardt, might shoot up a opp car
That bitch, she make me nut hard
Fuckin' yo' bitch and I'm watchin' die hard
I'm fuckin' yo' bitch, yes, I'm a rockstar
She tell me go harder she lovin' this car
I'm givin' yo' bitch some real back problems
She suckin' my dick while I'm gettin' her higher
I'm shootin' at this nigga done popped his tire
She set me up like, damn, where's my lighter
He caught me up, damn, he thought I was a fighter
I shot him up, damn, that nigga think he in the Bible
He play with me, then I'ma send him right to the light huh
I'ma crash out for my brothers, no wrong and no right, yeah
Yeah, I'ma crash out for my brothers
Yeah, I'ma crash out for my brothers
All my niggas made it out, but we crashin' out
She pop a perc up in her mouth, she gon' take it down
Try to play me bout my money now, I'm flashin' out
You talkin' bout the bank, well, bitch, you know I'm cashin' out
I live it, they rap it, this gas smell like rat piss
Cocaine on my corner like fed phones, I'm tapped in
Sativa, I told her to bring me that back end
Finesse her, we salsa, we slow grind, we tap dance
All I wanted was to be the dog, make a million and that's it
Until I hopped off the porch and watched the semi-auto fire spit rapid
Ayy, junior high started crashing out
I was hittin' licks before them classes
I was 15, smokin' black and milds
With a sawed off wrapped in plastic
That's when C.K. used to walk em down
I was right there when it happened
Boy, you better get some life insurance, you gon' be out here crashing
Boy, you better get some motherfuckin' life insurance
You gonna talk about crashing out, dumbass nigga
You ain't even got no life insurance

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