Crash Out lyrics

[Intro]
(That n*gga B on the beat)
On the, on the, yeah

[Chorus]
Let a n*gga play dumb, he gettin' his— yeah
Let a n*gga play dumb, he gettin' his ass smoked
Ricky Owen on me, head to toe, I put that sh*t on
You n*ggas still ain't learnt from makin' diss songs?
Play ball, n*gga, we'll hoop with anybody
Bullets got no name, I tap the trigger, they hit everybody
Tryna figure out what blocks you n*ggas spinnin' on
Yeah, I love the smoke, n*gga, we can get it on, yeah

[Verse]
OT, Bnbs and the hotel rooms
Oh, you seen me out and you ain't shoot? I would've nailed you
Oh, you finally cut them n*ggas off? What I tell you?
I ain't beliеve nothin' that b*tch say 'til she fell through
Yеah, they dropped the songs, n*gga died, sh*t, that's bad timin'
Hyped him up and damn near got him killed, why you gaslight him?
I don't trust sh*t, mama told me keep that strap by me
You don't live the life a n*gga livin', you can't rap like me
You ain't ready for this sh*t, n*ggas runnin' from the beef
You can try and hide, bullets chase him up the street
Yeah, brodie came Tesla, so I threw it on my teeth
You gon' do what to who? I can't wait until we meet
n*gga, really everybody-K, I feel like Jaaybo
Keep the blick under the pillow, don't feel safe home
Get the drop, we in and out, we ain't gon' stay long
I'll drop this bag on anybody, b*tch, my cake long
b*tch, hah, I lil' bro n*ggas
Really puttin' belt to n*ggas' asses, thought I told n*ggas
Used to be my baby, cut him off, why you fold, n*gga?
n*gga talkin' like he like that, then up the score, killer
I can't f*ck with no n*ggas with no motion
You a bad b*tch, bae, come here and bust it open
You f*ckin' with them n*ggas? That's a bet, b*tch, we fonkin'
You gon' kill who? Ah-hah, what you smokin', n*gga?
I got fonk in every city, so I keep it on
She ain't talkin' 'bout no pape', b*tch, leave me alone
I don't want a Sexyy Red, I want a Nia Long
Bands, robberies, and murders, type of sh*t we on
Crash out, when it come to bro, I'll crash out
Strip club, twenty-somethin' hoes, bring them racks out
n*ggas pillow talkin' to them hoes, what is that 'bout?
You ain't never seen a hundred K, shut your damn mouth
Yeah, opps cliquin' up with opps, what the f*ck?
Used to shop at Payless, I really got it out the mud
Hop up in that strike thing, sobered up, f*ck a drug
She gon' choose off the kit, I don't gotta say what's up
Yeah, they gon' say you fell off when you fall back
Off the plane, first stop, where the mall at?
b*tch, once you hang up in my face, ain't gon' call back
b*tch swiped for a BBL, she got a fraud ass, n*gga
[Interlude]
Taha, yeah
b*tch swiped for a BBL, she got a fraud ass
That b*tch fraudulent, yeah
I went platinum in the booth, still on that— yeah

[Chorus]
Let a n*gga play dumb, he gettin' his— yeah
Let a n*gga play dumb, he gettin' his ass smoked
Ricky Owen on me, head to toe, I put that sh*t on
You n*ggas still ain't learnt from makin' diss songs?
Play ball, n*gga, we'll hoop with anybody
Bullets got no name, I tap the trigger, they hit everybody
Tryna figure out what blocks you n*ggas spinnin' on
Yeah, I love the smoke, n*gga, we can get it on, yeah