​crash out

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
Y'all got a lil' nigga started on some G shit
Who that nigga that look swagged out? That's me, bitch
Shut up, Subii
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[Verse]
Black fit with a Glock, mama hopin' I don't crash out
Bitch, I'm smokin' on that za, bitch, I'm smokin' on that pressure
I got three K's in the whip, movin' like the Klan, yeah
I got racks up to my ear, nigga, I can't hear ya'
I got sticks in that mini-van
With ya' bitch, nigga, she a ten
Off these drugs, you don't understand
I don't ever need a fuckin' friends
In the ghost, nigga, I be gone
Told that bitch, "Better watch ya tone"
In the crib like we home
For the streets, had to let her go
Got some za', nigga, I just smoked it up
Called my plug, nigga, like I'm pullin' up
Want a feature, nigga, it ain't good enough
Undercovеr, nigga, when I'm pullin' up
He a pussy nigga, he not foolin' mе, mhm, yeah
She like, “Subii, damn you lookin' good to me", mhm, yeah