Crash (Unreleased) lyrics

Intro: (Future)
I got your hoe with me
You can't roll with me
Got your hoe with me

Chorus: (Future)
Got my b*tch try some codeine she bought new Celine
Made my dawg a millionaire what the f*ck you mean
She just f*cked a millionaire what the f*ck you mean
Bust them bills down in the bath what the f*ck you mean
I went crazy in the trap what the f*ck you mean
My lil'brother Rob you now f*ck you mean (yeah)
Drinking lean and popping tags what the f*ck you mean
No more UNO in the lab what the f*ck you mean

Verse 1: (Future)
That down around my head and play with Shorty dead
We so icy on these meds, they so broke and scared
Run my money up instead like I'm on a trail
Put your doggie on a shirt, don't even call the med
When I'm on a Percocet
I might try Qualitan. Usually I be sippin'purp
I'm on pineapple red
All my family call me Pluto
Don't you never forget
Don't be fabricated, life can't play with the pirates
Drop 10,000 on the grind and still in the rap
I'm a boss, I got the crown, I'm still in the trap
Moonwalking with hammers plugged in with scammers
Killing first for Atlanta, yeah, the search first in Atlanta
Chorus: (Future)
Got my b*tch try some codeine she bought new Celine
Made my dawg a millionaire what the f*ck you mean
She just f*cked a millionaire what the f*ck you mean (yeah)
Bust them bills down in the bath what the f*ck you mean

Verse: (Travis Scott)
Hit your towns, they unlocking the doors
She run straight to the pole
We go ham, we go popping just five
Till one of us doze
What's your life, do you puff or pop
Keep up, can you last 'bout to slide 'bout to hit it
Crashes twin crashes
I be dashin' the shawty who do lashes
She came to fastest like the rack She came to fastest
I gave her passes to the back
You know I'll access ain't no woah woah
Watch plastic b*tch a milly that's 3 milli
Ain't no taxes (oh)
Double really putting luggage in the hatch
I start tweaking off the woo
I start tweaking off the back
She get ratchet
I let her mix my cup, never let her leave my side
Got a tattoo on my gut, got a pistol on my thigh
Never ever take too much, never ever get too high
She ever say we f*ck, you know that b*tch is bad
Chorus: (Future)
Got my b*tch try some codeine she bought new Celine
Made my dawg a millionaire what the f*ck you mean
She just f*cked a millionaire what the f*ck you mean
Bust them bills down in the bath what the f*ck you mean
That down around my head and play with Shorty dead
We so icy on these meds, they so broke and scared