Crashcourse

[Intro]
And I ain't talkin' Counter-Strike when all I do is CS
All I do is CS

[Chorus]
I ain't talkin' Counter-Strike when all I do is CS
Money do the talkin', that's why I just have to speak less
Trip made that beat that's blasting through the speakers
We already hot, but still grippin' on them heaters

[Verse 1]
Bustin' out the meter
Do not know what he heard
Wrap 'em up in a body bag, make him a sleeper
Send a huntsman to an opp, he gon' catch a fade
Stackin' franklins in my bank, you cannot relate
P250, AKs and an M4
No BMW, my car, it got a damn horse
Hit the curb at an angle, it's a crashcourse (Skrrt)
V12, rubber burning on the asphalt
All these bunniеs hop, feeling like I'm Hefner
I makе my money faster
Hol' up, I gotta call Lester
Green light, I'm blowin' right past ya

[Chorus]
I ain't talkin' Counter-Strike when all I do is CS
Money do the talkin', that's why I just have to speak less
Trip made that beat that's blasting through the speakers
We already hot, but still gripping on them heaters

[Verse 2]
I ain't put him on unless it is on a T-shirt
I ain't take an L unless it is on a T-shirt

[Chorus]
I ain't talkin' Counter-Strike when all I do is CS
Money do the talkin', that's why I just have to speak less
Trip made that beat that's blasting through the speakers
We already hot, but still gripping on them heaters