Crash

[Chorus: Trapland Pat]
I'm 'bout to go nuts like cashews
It don't even matter, I'ma crash when I catch you
Foreign-ass whip, two hundred on the dash too
Where the fuck he at? I just rode right past you
Really went to spinnin' with the doors up
Snoozin' off the lean, made his bitch ass froze up
On 19th, bro, we 'bout to pick Boze up
Tell a nigga booted 'cause my eyes won't close up

[Verse 1: Trapland Pat]
She said she cut me off, bitch, so what?
Free my nigga Briccs, right now he eating cold cuts
Slow the whip down 'cause nigga gotta pour up
Vision so blurry like my screen won't load up
They say a nigga smooth with the wordplay
First of the month, 'cross the globe, thеy call it bird day
Side piece my appеtizer, main bitch my entrée
I just had a threesome, call that bitch a cross play
Yeah, I tell 'em they could chill, but they can't stay
I make 'em work for me, they gon' do whatever I say
Better watch the mirrors when you pull up in the driveway
Ain't no rules in the game, niggas pull up shootin' broad day
Plug on the way, I told him, "10-4"
Five percent or lower, why the fuck you got tint for?
He ain't even shoot, why the fuck that nigga slid for?
Price on his head, we waiting on the highest bid though
Gas a nigga up like speedway
Steady bending corners back to back like a relay
Mizzle said, "Run that shit back like a DJ"
Shooter out the sunroof, he do it on the freeway
How y’all got points? Ain't never score
We was never wealthy, we was always poor
How the fuck he shot up? He came up off the floor
They ain't let me in, he blew the hinges off the door (Duh-duh-duh)
Ain't no such thing as being too safe
All I got is color money stacked up in this briefcase
All that drip he wearing ain't real, brah, that's too fake
These unreleased, it ain't even got a due date
I told lil' mama, "Try one"
If she like the feeling, she could buy one
Pop two, pop three, baby, pop four
Pop five, pop six, baby, pop more

[Chorus: Trapland Pat]
I'm 'bout to go nuts like cashews
It don't even matter, I'ma crash when I catch you
Foreign-ass whip, two hundred on the dash too
Where the fuck he at? I just rode right past you
Really went to spinnin' with the doors up
Snoozin' off the lean, made his bitch ass froze up
On 19th, bro, we 'bout to pick Boze up
Tell a nigga booted 'cause my eyes won't close up

[Verse 2: Kuttem Reese]
Every opp that I caught, nigga, they froze up
CKN, check my chain, nigga, they know us
We send shots, we don't do no posting
Okay, that's a bet, expose him
Gang know what's up with a nigga, damn, had to crash the coupe
Perfect timing
All I promote is violence
Drop a bag, niggas go to hiding
We're not the same
I don't be tucking my chain
My 'Cat drive like it's a plane
No merging lanes
'Cause you gon' lose your brain
The opps be begging for fame
You hear Two Sick, that's gang
Big Z's, nigga got stain
Big Z's, nigga got stain
Big Z's, nigga got stain
Big Z's, nigga got stain
Gang, gang

[Chorus: Trapland Pat]
I'm 'bout to go nuts like cashews
It don't even matter, I'ma crash when I catch you
Foreign-ass whip, two hundred on the dash too
Where the fuck he at? I just rode right past you
Really went to spinnin' with the doors up
Snoozin' off the lean, made his bitch ass froze up
On 19th, bro, we 'bout to pick Boze up
Tell a nigga booted 'cause my eyes won't close up