CRASHOUT lyrics

[Intro: 870Glizzy]
Never say, "When Hell freezes over"
Why not?
Because Hell has froze over
Crash out 'bout these b*tches
Elliot Rodgers, n*ggas crash out 'bout these b*tches
Crash out 'bout these b*tches, ho
I don't crash out 'bout no b*tches
Ayy

[Chorus: 870Glizzy]
Uh, Elliot Rodgers, n*ggas crash out 'bout these b*tches (What? What?)
I ain't met a b*tch I put before my riches (b*tch)
Glicky with the switch, we call them glitches
Ayy, my chopper whack him, beat that boy down like he Stitches ($ouf)

[Post-Chorus: 870Glizzy]
Back door or the front door, b*tch, we kick 'em in (Okay)
Got my polе when I'm in the yo, when I'm punchin' in (pus*y)
Sеnd her back if the throat whack, we won't link again (We won't link again)
Too sick with the stick and I scraped the VIN

[Verse 1: 870Glizzy]
Grab that MAC sh*t, make the track hit (Brrt)
Don't got no time for a whack b*tch less the mouth sick (Sick)
Shoutout $crim, this a G22, but it spit like it's 5'9'' (5'9'')
Like I'm Adolf, I don't f*ck with you, ain't my kind (Uh, that might've been a bad comparison, I'm not a Nazi)
Don't involve no money— (What a drag) Shikamaru Nara
Dirty boy from out that dirt, b*tch, I'm lil' 8 Gara
Break a block down like bro do the grabba
That 40 sky you, R.I.P., won't see tomorrow
[Chorus: 870Glizzy]
Uh, Elliot Rodgers, n*ggas crash out 'bout these b*tches ('Bout these hoes, n*gga)
I ain't met a b*tch I put before my riches (Hell nah)
Glicky with the switch, we call them glitches
Ayy, my chopper whack him, beat that boy down like he Stitches

[Verse 2: ISSBROKIE]
Too thick with the stick, hit you in your shin
Talkin' messy, it's Ninjago, b*tch, I'm 'bout to spin
I don't give a f*ck you from my city, you are not my kin
Glocky got the triple beam on it like I'm Ginshin
Stop a rapper heartbeat when I grip the pen
Talkin' on the mob, I swear to God, my set gon' do you in
Rappers b*tch in silence, they know how I been
I might spin again, then spin again just to spin again (Skrrt, ISSBROKIE, b*tch)

[Chorus: 870Glizzy]
Uh, Elliot Rodgers, n*ggas crash out 'bout these b*tches ('Bout these hoes, n*gga)
I ain't met a b*tch I put before my riches (Hell nah)
Glicky with the switch, we call them glitches
Ayy, my chopper whack him, beat that boy down like he Stitches ($ouf)

[Post-Chorus: 870Glizzy]
Back door or the front door, b*tch, we kick 'em in ($ouf)
Got my pole when I'm in the yo, when I'm punchin' in
Send her back if the throat whack, we won't link again
Too sick with the stick and I scraped the VIN
[Outro]
Tell me to straighten my sh*t, press my shirt with an iron
How ironic
Seems like just last week I was flying down your block, pressing your men with the iron
You weren't too happy about that, were you?
Keep my name out your f*ckin' mouth