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Crash Out
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Stunna 4 Vegas
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(606 buried this beat) Ayy, pu**y, what's up, n***a? I'm at your motherf**kin' front door step And I ain't pickin' up no newspaper (B*t*h) Let's go, f**k a n***a, uh (Uh) Uh, 4X, uh (Gang gang, gang gang, gang gang) We spaz out, my lil' youngins like to crash out I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out I won't drop a diss, we whack opps Chalk his body on the blacktop We know he not what he rap 'bout I touch a b*t*h, turn her on like a laptop I count dead n***as and I smoke dead n***as We fill his head with lead, my lil' hitters slide like sled, n***a I drop bread on your head, n***a, they give me your head N***a play and he lay in his deathbed, fresh to death, he a dead man My shooters try knock off his fro' B*t*h, we probably smokin' your bro Public figure, I stay with a pole Don't inhale it, we blowin' the smoke Triple K, I'm cutthroat We tryna hang a n***a by a rope N***a, go get fixed, you broke They know I stay with that stick, it poke, uh, uh They know I stay with that fire Ain't no cap in my rap, ain't no tellin no lies And if I am, motherf**ker, I'm flyin' Diss me in your trap, b*t*h, rapper, you dyin' Bust-down Rollie, I can't tell the time We double-back like press rewind I don't f**k with these n***as, they pickin' sides Ain't doin' a show if I can't bring my stick inside (On gang) We spaz out, my lil' youngins like to crash out I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out I won't drop a diss, we whack opps Chalk his body on the blacktop We know he not what he rap 'bout I touch a b*t*h, turn her on like a laptop I count dead n***as and I smoke dead n***as We fill his head with lead, my lil' hitters slide like sled, n***a I drop bread on your head, n***a, they give me your head N***a play and he lay in his deathbed, fresh to death, he a dead man Hit the block, spin it one more time Caught my opps on the backstreet, took 'em out and I hit 'em one more time I wish I could kill 'em one more time It's all good 'cause his mama sufferin', she wish she could see him one more time Ridin' in a steamer, bumpin' bone-crusher any n***a try to come for mines, get whacked Young n***as in my hood, we don't say, "Blood", n***a, we say "Blatt" Any n***a go against the gang, guarantee they gon' get whacked I ain't gon' lie, had to cut my b*t*h off, put my sh*t on flat Gotta keep a fully automatic, I'm a big dawg, I prefer that MAC Yeah, I put in work 'fore I go to church, I took my shirt 'fore I go to work I'm just like you, I gotta clock in, only difference is, I'ma shoot the clerk Young n***a, he gon' shoot you first, I'ma shoot you second I'm the last n***a you gon' see 'fore you leave this earth, lil' pu**y Shootouts in my neighborhood, paid in full, I'm a real killer, but I saved the hood Warnin' on the gate, stay away from bulls, shoot him in the face, yeah Free my n***a Dre, I wish they can do it, pu**y-a** n***a got gunned down Real OG in my n***a, speakin' on me, that'll get a n***a gunned down (Gang, gang) We spaz out, my lil' youngins like to crash out I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out I won't drop a diss, we whack opps Chalk his body on the blacktop We know he not what he rap 'bout I touch a b*t*h, turn her on like a laptop I count dead n***as and I smoke dead n***as We fill his head with lead, my lil' hitters slide like sled, n***a I drop bread on your head, n***a, they give me your head N***a play and he lay in his deathbed, fresh to death, he a dead man
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