Crashin’ Out lyrics

[Intro]
BandPlay
Let the band play

[Verse 1]
Lately I been feeling like spazzin' out
Memphis n*ggas known for crashin' out
I heard you going broke, so you assed out, haha, ayy
Tryna keep up with the kid, you gon' be assed out (Yeah)
Yeah, tell me how the f*ck you think I got here (Ayy, tell me that)
This rap game ain't sh*t to me but some cartwheels (This sh*t sweet)
Ninety percent of these n*ggas not real (Damn)
Started rapping, found out these rappers' jewelry not real (Damn)

[Interlude]
Damn, swear that sh*t hurt my heart, dawg
Huh, f*ck it though

[Verse 2]
Never had a deal but got more guap than all of y'all (It's Dolph)
Lost a half of mil', that's why I started rapping, dawg (It's Dolph)
Tall skinny n*gga, I should've been playing ball (Brrr)
But I had n*ggas spending a hundred grand every time they called
(Hello?)
It ain't sh*t to pick up a pistol and go rob a n*gga (That's easy)
I let my nuts hang, went out of town and went mobbin', n*gga (Mobbin')
Think 'bout my childhood, all I remember is starving, n*gga (Gone)
Old n*ggas in the hood was hating, but I ain't buy them n*ggas (f*ck 'em)
Made a pledge with my n*ggas, we brothers forever (Yeah)
Don't give a f*ck, you right or wrong, we thuggin' forever (Yeah)
sh*t was treacherous in my hood, n*gga (Every man for theyself)
Richest n*gga in my hood, n*gga, huh, yeah, yeah
(Do what I wanna), before this rap sh*t (Yeah, yeah)
None of that cap sh*t (Yeah, yeah)
Just might be the realest n*gga on the map, b*tch (Yeah, yeah)
Had your sister holding pounds, on some trap sh*t (Ayy, hold that)
'Bout to go pick up some gualla, I'll be back, b*tch (It's Dolph)
Flew two thousand miles away by my damn self (It's Dolph)
n*ggas talk too much so I don't need no damn help (f*ck 'em)
Dolph ran up them millis, you feel like he owe you, don't you? (Yep)
But tell the truth, you would cross him out for some paper, won't you? (Yep)
Why I show you so much love? You ain't never did sh*t for me (Hold up)
I take that back, besides run your mouth like a b*tch to me (Damn)
I ain't got no rap friends 'cause all they b*tches feeling me (Damn)
They know deep down inside I'm what they n*gga wanna be (Damn)
Ain't nothing but one of me (Damn)
He really from the streets (Damn)
He really swung them P's (Damn)
He really bought that double-R truck, it's not a lease (Damn)
Mama called me crying, said she proud of me (I love you)
Remember a couple of my own n*ggas doubted me (f*ck you)
Found my first plug, was like I hit the lottery (Thank you, God)
When I get shot, was the first time I ain't have my Glock with me
[Outro]
Hahahaha, ayy
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