Crash Dummy

[Chorus: Itzdropshawty]
Had to hop in the push start
Don’t act like I wasn’t there from the start
My nigga up in the trap, pushin’ work like a cart
Yo bitch up in the trap giving brain like she smart
Nigga stomp in yo way, ain’t no makin’ it far
Give me my money, pay up or get scarred
I think it’s funny, that nigga think he hard
Call up my crash dummy, he’ll wrap up ‘yo ass like a mummy
That boy capped up, wipe his nose ‘cause it’s running
Blue racks, no flags on us you dummy
Fuck 12 ain’t no tagging us
Fuck that, I remember they was laughing at us
I need my rackaids nigga, get to baggin’ it up
I’m ‘wit a ratchet, she bagging it up
You got ‘yo ratchet, but you ain’t lightin’ it up
I got a bad chick, but I ain’t wifing nun
That shit tragic, ‘yo ho trifling

[Verse 1: Itzdropshawty]
Call that boy Spike Lee, he shootin’ shit up
I don’t need ‘yo bitch, I need tris in my cup
We hiss, but we ain’t no snake we gone buck
Fuck that shit, use my fist to show you i’m cut
Pull up ‘wit my niggas, we all in the cut
Takin’ that shit so nigga give it up
I’m cooked, I’m baked as shit, I’m stuck
‘Yo bitch give me a look, she know wassup

[Bridge: Itzdropshawty]
Yeah Yeah
Don’t act like I wasn’t there from the start
Don’t act like I wasn’t there from the start
Don’t lack, don’t lack
(Nigga don’t lack)

[Chorus: Itzdropshawty]
Had to hop in the push start
Don’t act like I wasn’t there from the start
My nigga up in the trap, pushin’ work like a cart
Yo bitch up in the trap giving brain like she smart
Nigga stomp in yo way, ain’t no makin’ it far
Give me my money, pay up or get scarred
I think it’s funny, that nigga think he hard
Call up my crash dummy, he’ll wrap up ‘yo ass like a mummy
That boy capped up, wipe his nose ‘cause it’s running
Blue racks, no flags on us you dummy
Fuck 12 ain’t no tagging us
Fuck that, I remember they was laughing at us
I need my rackaids nigga, get to baggin’ it up
I’m ‘wit a ratchet, she bagging it up
You got ‘yo ratchet, but you ain’t lightin’ it up
I got a bad chick, but I ain’t wifing nun
That shit tragic, ‘yo ho trifling

[Verse 2: Ox Rivers]
Run up on me, I wish they would
Put in the blunt, put in the wood
I hop in the whip then I push my start
Hit up the bar then I hit the cart
I hit the mall, no Paul, no Blart
If you got the zip, you finna get zapped
Run this shit up, I stay in the lap
We play it smart, call my shit a lab
You finna wait inside of the cab
Look at my neck call it corn on the cob
I’m finna go up and you finna sob
(You finna sob, you know my heart finna throb)
(You know that)