​crash it lyrics

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[Chorus: midwxst]
My fit all black when I walk in the party, 'cause we just might have to go up it
Drivin' the coupe, I might crash it 'cause I don't give a f*ck, at this point I'm just like "f*ck it"
I cannot bring my new Glock through the TSA checkpoint, I had to put that in my luggage
My brother keepin' them sticks, he keepin' that drum in the back, but he don't play percussion, yeah

[Verse 1: midwxst]
Four shots through, hit that boy in the head
We finna slide like this sh*t was a sled
Blood on the Glock, b*tch, that boy already dead
Six times two in the mag' for the feds
You wanna talk, say that sh*t with your chest
My shawty emo, I think she depressed
I get that girl, 'causе she said I'm the best
Chеck her off of the list, now I'm onto the next
Blade on my waist, I feel like I'm Levi
That boy want smoke, that boy finna D-I-E
I know that boy wan' be like me
Uppin' that drum, so the Glock on E
Wake up, count money, then I go to sleep
Repeat that sh*t every day of the week
Don't pass him the blunt, that boy finna tweak
Might smoke that gas, n*gga, smokin' them trees
Shut the f*ck up
You got no money, not runnin' it up
You wanna talk, but I know you not tough
Not bluffin' 'bout nothin', I'm callin' your bluff
We kick in his door, and we takin' his stuff
Might f*ck on your ex, I'm showin' her love
We sendin' that boy to the sky, to above
I step on your ass with some mo'f*ckin' UGGs
Got all Margiela, Margiela on me
I got a Vet', I might talk on the team
You cannot f*ck with me, cannot compete
Shoutout my [?], blood on my jeans
R.I.P. Juice WRLD, got blood on my jeans
Got a new whip, and it don't need a key
If I got a new girl I'll keep it lowkey, yeah
[Verse 2: sgpwes]
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[Chorus: midwxst]
My fit all black when I walk in the party, 'cause we just might have to go up it
Drivin' the coupe, I might crash it 'cause I don't give a f*ck, at this point I'm just like "f*ck it"
I cannot bring my new Glock through the TSA checkpoint, I had to put that in my luggage
My brother keepin' them sticks, he keepin' that drum in the back, but he don't play percussion, yeah

[Outro]
Risto, talk to 'em, slime