Crash Out

[Intro]
(That nigga B on the beat)
On the, on the, yeah

[Chorus]
Let a nigga play dumb, he gettin' his— yeah
Let a nigga play dumb, he gettin' his ass smoked
Ricky Owen on me, head to toe, I put that shit on
You niggas still ain't learnt from makin' diss songs?
Play ball, nigga, we'll hoop with anybody
Bullets got no name, I tap the trigger, they hit everybody
Tryna figure out what blocks you niggas spinnin' on
Yeah, I love the smoke, nigga, we can get it on, yeah

[Verse]
OT, Bnbs and the hotel rooms
Oh, you seen me out and you ain't shoot? I would've nailed you
Oh, you finally cut them niggas off? What I tell you?
I ain't believe nothin' that bitch say 'til she fell through
Yeah, they dropped the songs, nigga died, shit, that's bad timin'
Hyped him up and damn near got him killed, why you gaslight him?
I don't trust shit, mama told me keep that strap by me
You don't live the life a nigga livin', you can't rap like me
You ain't ready for this shit, niggas runnin' from the beef
You can try and hide, bullets chase him up the street
Yeah, brodie came Tesla, so I threw it on my teeth
You gon' do what to who? I can't wait until we meet
Nigga, really everybody-K, I feel like Jaaybo
Keep the blick under the pillow, don't feel safe home
Get the drop, we in and out, we ain't gon' stay long
I'll drop this bag on anybody, bitch, my cake long
Bitch, hah, I lil' bro niggas
Really puttin' belt to niggas' asses, thought I told niggas
Used to be my baby, cut him off, why you fold, nigga?
Nigga talkin' like he like that, then up the score, killer
I can't fuck with no niggas with no motion
You a bad bitch, bae, come here and bust it open
You fuckin' with them niggas? That's a bet, bitch, we fonkin'
You gon' kill who? Ah-hah, what you smokin', nigga?
I got fonk in every city, so I keep it on
She ain't talkin' 'bout no pape', bitch, leave me alone
I don't want a Sexyy Red, I want a Nia Long
Bands, robberies, and murders, type of shit we on
Crash out, when it come to bro, I'll crash out
Strip club, twenty-somethin' hoes, bring them racks out
Niggas pillow talkin' to them hoes, what is that 'bout?
You ain't never seen a hundred K, shut your damn mouth
Yeah, opps cliquin' up with opps, what the fuck?
Used to shop at Payless, I really got it out the mud
Hop up in that strike thing, sobered up, fuck a drug
She gon' choose off the kit, I don't gotta say what's up
Yeah, they gon' say you fell off when you fall back
Off the plane, first stop, where the mall at?
Bitch, once you hang up in my face, ain't gon' call back
Bitch swiped for a BBL, she got a fraud ass, nigga

[Interlude]
Taha, yeah
Bitch swiped for a BBL, she got a fraud ass
That bitch fraudulent, yeah
I went platinum in the booth, still on that— yeah

[Chorus]
Let a nigga play dumb, he gettin' his— yeah
Let a nigga play dumb, he gettin' his ass smoked
Ricky Owen on me, head to toe, I put that shit on
You niggas still ain't learnt from makin' diss songs?
Play ball, nigga, we'll hoop with anybody
Bullets got no name, I tap the trigger, they hit everybody
Tryna figure out what blocks you niggas spinnin' on
Yeah, I love the smoke, nigga, we can get it on, yeah