Crash blossoms party lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1: AOL]
Check it
It’s Mrs. “who the f*ck are you again?”, still smoking stupid sh*t
Retro flows, everything old is new again
Pussies talking sh*t on the net down lugubrious
Drum magazine got the chop doin rudiments, b*tch
It’s a Crash Blossoms party, everyone’s invited
So round up all the pretty b*tches, get some bud and light it
My team is comin with a vengeance, you can’t f*ckin fight it
My f*ckin swag on a million, it’s no surprise you bite it (ha!)
All these fratboys think they Jack Harlow
And all the dinosaurs still got they bars low
And then there’s me, posted up chuffin Marlboros
AOL something like rap James Ferraro
It’s the return of the boom bap, the blog raps
Breakbeats by doin’ fine smack like car crash
sh*t, here’s the description of the suspect:
Black leather jacket, SD on the ballcap
It’s real, man

[Verse 2: zombAe]

[Verse 3: doin' fine]