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Know I probably smell high, if they ass can’t tell why.
He go down, we blast—bye.
I smoke till I pass out,
wait till I pull that cash out.
She probably going pass out.
Know you gone like, “Damn, why?”
We going blow they ass down.
I can’t lie, I’m camera shy
till we pull that flash out.
All these drugs I swear I’m on,
I might fuck around, lash out.
Yeah, I swear I’m never wrong,
but when they right, I crash out.

Huh, yeah, she camera shy
till she pull that ass out.
Tell my brudda, “Go get mad,”
yeah, he finna crash out.
Man, I swear I be so sad
till I pull that cash out.
We got bullets, let ’em fly
till you hear a man down.
My hoe a dancer;
I throw money bands, bruh.
I like how she moving,
know she might just be the one, bruh.
My hoe never switch, and if she do that
she get cut, bruh.
If I throw the lob, my bro finna hit—
won’t put it past yuh.
(Tag the team, tag the team.)

So much fucking cash, bruh.
She got so much ass, yuh.
Hop inside that brand-new S-Class;
they see me swerve past yuh.
He not popping shit like me—
he gotta get his cash up.
I get high, yeah, I blow weed;
I just went in my stash, yuh.
She tryna talk, I don’t wanna speak
unless you gon’ come over and fuck.
I can’t put my gun up
if I keep going up.
They hate but showing love.
She gagging, throwing up.
You on yo own, bruh.
Stack my racks so fucking high,
blunt put me in coma.
I just don’t wanna fucking die.
Yuh, I tote that chrome, bruh.
I might joke, but I can’t lie—
had to put that phone up,
this bitch keep tryna blow my line.

This bitch keep tryna blow my lungs;
I get so high, smoke another one.
We spin shit out—no one-and-done.
She just wanna eat, can’t have my son.
I get high, I’m smoking ganja;
what is on yo mind, yuh?
If it’s ’bout these other hoes,
I fuck her just one time, yuh.
Put it up—
put it up, bring it down.
Lil hoe get fucked, go around.
If it’s ’bout my brudda,
man, I promise I won’t play around.
I’ma crash out;
I get in my bag now.
Man, I love my lil hoe—
she go ahead, go pull that ass out.
Swear I love my niggas;
we going get it,
move that pack out.

crashout  w/ wtfmarc

crashout w/ wtfmarc

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