Crash Out lyrics

[Intro: Blac Youngsta & Stunna 4 Vegas]
(606 buried this beat) Ayy, pus*y, what's up, n*gga?
I'm at your motherf*ckin' front door step
And I ain't pickin' up no newspaper (b*tch)
Let's go, f*ck a n*gga, uh (Uh)
Uh, 4X, uh (Gang gang, gang gang, gang gang)

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
We spaz out, my lil' youngins like to crash out
I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops
He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out
I won't drop a diss, we whack opps
Chalk his body on the blacktop
We know he not what he rap 'bout
I touch a b*tch, turn her on like a laptop

[Post-Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I count dead n*ggas and I smoke dead n*ggas
We fill his head with lead, my lil' hitters slide like sled, n*gga
I drop bread on your head, n*gga, they give me your head
n*gga play and he lay in his deathbed, fresh to death, he a dead man

[Verse 1: Stunna 4 Vegas]
My shooters try knock off his 'fro
b*tch, we probably smokin' your bro
Public figure, I stay with a pole
Don't inhale it, we blowin' the smoke
Triple K, I'm cutthroat
We tryna hang a n*gga by a rope
n*gga, go get fixed, you broke
They know I stay with that stick, it poke, uh, uh
They know I stay with that fire
Ain't no cap in my rap, ain't no tellin no lies
And if I am, motherf*cker, I'm flyin'
Diss me in your trap, b*tch, rapper, you dyin'
Bust-down Rollie, I can't tell the time
We double-back like press rewind
I don't f*ck with these n*ggas, they pickin' sides
Ain't doin' a show if I can't bring my stick inside (On gang)
[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
We spaz out, my lil' youngins like to crash out
I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops
He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out
I won't drop a diss, we whack opps
Chalk his body on the blacktop
We know he not what he rap 'bout
I touch a b*tch, turn her on like a laptop

[Post-Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I count dead n*ggas and I smoke dead n*ggas
We fill his head with lead, my lil' hitters slide like sled, n*gga
I drop bread on your head, n*gga, they give me your head
n*gga play and he lay in his deathbed, fresh to death, he a dead man

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
Hit the block, spin it one more time
Caught my opps on the backstreet, took 'em out and I hit 'em one more time
I wish I could kill 'em one more time
It's all good 'cause his mama sufferin', she wish she could see him one more time
Ridin' in a steamer, bumpin' bone-crusher any n*gga try to come for mines, get whacked
Young n*ggas in my hood, we don't say, "Blood", n*gga, we say "Blatt"
Any n*gga go against the gang, guarantee they gon' get whacked
I ain't gon' lie, had to cut my b*tch off, put my sh*t on flat
Gotta keep a fully automatic, I'm a big dawg, I prefer that MAC
Yeah, I put in work 'fore I go to church, I took my shirt 'fore I go to work
I'm just like you, I gotta clock in, only difference is, I'ma shoot the clerk
Young n*gga, he gon' shoot you first, I'ma shoot you second
I'm the last n*gga you gon' see 'fore you leave this earth, lil' pus*y
Shootouts in my neighborhood, paid in full, I'm a real killer, but I saved the hood
Warnin' on the gate, stay away from bulls, shoot him in the face, yeah
Free my n*gga Dre, I wish they can do it, pus*y-ass n*gga got gunned down
Real OG in my n*gga, speakin' on me, that'll get a n*gga gunned down (Gang, gang)
[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
We spaz out, my lil' youngins like to crash out
I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops
He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out
I won't drop a diss, we whack opps
Chalk his body on the blacktop
We know he not what he rap 'bout
I touch a b*tch, turn her on like a laptop

[Post-Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I count dead n*ggas and I smoke dead n*ggas
We fill his head with lead, my lil' hitters slide like sled, n*gga
I drop bread on your head, n*gga, they give me your head
n*gga play and he lay in his deathbed, fresh to death, he a dead man