CRASHOUT lyrics

[Intro: donavns]
Crashout Donny be talkin' his sh*t (Oh-woah)
Set that boy up like we settin' a— (Hahahahaha, f*ck)
Okay, Koda
Everything I did for you, girl, you still act like it's not enough (Enough)
Her hatred like the money I make, it keep on addin' up (Up)
Pretty smile, but she so dramatic
Highest in the room, I feel like Travis
If love was war, she got an automatic
With a red beam, firin' shots out it
f*ck it

[Chorus: donavns]
Crashout Donny be talkin' his sh*t
Set that boy up like we settin' a pick
H-He tried to run, but that n*gga got blitz
He brought his friend and got caught in the mix
Glock whipped, now that boy speak with a lisp
Smokin' on cookie, Donny fried and crisp
Rock-out like Danny, but Donny don't bip
Everybody hate me, feelin' like Chris
Crashout Donny be talkin' his sh*t
Set that boy up like we settin' a pick
He tried to run, but that n*gga got blitz
He brought his friend and got caught in the mix
Glock whipped, now that boy speak with a lisp
Smokin' on cookie, Donny fried and crisp
Rock-out like Danny, but Donny don't bip
Everybody hate me, feelin' like Chris
[Verse 1: Dro Kenji]
Yeah, hop-out a brand-new car
Sometimes I don't like the sh*t I'm doin'
Bae, come see me, you're my rockstar
Life so evil, f*ck is going on?
Yeah, we tried, and I forgot
Yeah, I was pacin' up and down the block
Yeah, my older self is so lost
Yeah, I'm sippin', where the sodas?
I'm the same n*gga, I'm just older
This not the same whip, I turned it up
This not the same b*tch from the function
She on go, I'm 'bout to turn it up
Holes in my jeans 'cause I'm fly, lil' baby
We should have a party in the parking lot, baby
Glock by the bed, by the front door, AP
I ain't finna sit around, no one gonna save me

[Verse 2: donavns]
I ain't finna sit around, the bag won't make itself
Head down, bag up, I'm movin' stealth
Face down, ass up, she gon' take the belt
Why they worried 'bout me? Focused on myself
She said I went Hollywood, Donny gon' ditch her (Bye)
Cut n*ggas out, then I got lil' richer
Money keep comin', so I how could I miss her?
He wanted smoke, now he stuck in a Sw—
[Chorus]
Crashout Donny be talkin' his sh*t
Set that boy up like we settin' a pick
He tried to run, but that n*gga got blitz
He brought his friend and got caught in the mix
Glock whipped, now that boy speak with a lisp
Smokin' on cookie, Donny fried and crisp
Rock-out like Danny, but Donny don't bip
Everybody hate me, feelin' like Chris