Crash lyrics

[Chorus: Trapland Pat]
I'm 'bout to go nuts like cashews
It don't even matter, I'ma crash when I catch you
Foreign-ass whip, two hundred on the dash too
Where the f*ck he at? I just rode right past you
Really went to spinnin' with the doors up
Snoozin' off the lean, made his b*tch ass froze up
On 19th, bro, we 'bout to pick Boze up
Tell a n*gga booted 'cause my eyes won't close up

[Verse 1: Trapland Pat]
She said she cut me off, b*tch, so what?
Free my n*gga Briccs, right now he eating cold cuts
Slow the whip down 'cause n*gga gotta pour up
Vision so blurry like my screen won't load up
They say a n*gga smooth with the wordplay
First of the month, 'cross the globe, thеy call it bird day
Side piece my appеtizer, main b*tch my entrée
I just had a threesome, call that b*tch a cross play
Yeah, I tell 'em they could chill, but they can't stay
I make 'em work for me, they gon' do whatever I say
Better watch the mirrors when you pull up in the driveway
Ain't no rules in the game, n*ggas pull up shootin' broad day
Plug on the way, I told him, "10-4"
Five percent or lower, why the f*ck you got tint for?
He ain't even shoot, why the f*ck that n*gga slid for?
Price on his head, we waiting on the highest bid though
Gas a n*gga up like speedway
Steady bending corners back to back like a relay
Mizzle said, "Run that sh*t back like a DJ"
Shooter out the sunroof, he do it on the freeway
How y’all got points? Ain't never score
We was never wealthy, we was always poor
How the f*ck he shot up? He came up off the floor
They ain't let me in, he blew the hinges off the door (Duh-duh-duh)
Ain't no such thing as being too safe
All I got is color money stacked up in this briefcase
All that drip he wearing ain't real, brah, that's too fake
These unreleased, it ain't even got a due date
I told lil' mama, "Try one"
If she like the feeling, she could buy one
Pop two, pop three, baby, pop four
Pop five, pop six, baby, pop more
[Chorus: Trapland Pat]
I'm 'bout to go nuts like cashews
It don't even matter, I'ma crash when I catch you
Foreign-ass whip, two hundred on the dash too
Where the f*ck he at? I just rode right past you
Really went to spinnin' with the doors up
Snoozin' off the lean, made his b*tch ass froze up
On 19th, bro, we 'bout to pick Boze up
Tell a n*gga booted 'cause my eyes won't close up

[Verse 2: Kuttem Reese]
Every opp that I caught, n*gga, they froze up
CKN, check my chain, n*gga, they know us
We send shots, we don't do no posting
Okay, that's a bet, expose him
Gang know what's up with a n*gga, damn, had to crash the coupe
Perfect timing
All I promote is violence
Drop a bag, n*ggas go to hiding
We're not the same
I don't be tucking my chain
My 'Cat drive like it's a plane
No merging lanes
'Cause you gon' lose your brain
The opps be begging for fame
You hear Two Sick, that's gang
Big Z's, n*gga got stain
Big Z's, n*gga got stain
Big Z's, n*gga got stain
Big Z's, n*gga got stain
Gang, gang
[Chorus: Trapland Pat]
I'm 'bout to go nuts like cashews
It don't even matter, I'ma crash when I catch you
Foreign-ass whip, two hundred on the dash too
Where the f*ck he at? I just rode right past you
Really went to spinnin' with the doors up
Snoozin' off the lean, made his b*tch ass froze up
On 19th, bro, we 'bout to pick Boze up
Tell a n*gga booted 'cause my eyes won't close up