CRASHOUT

[Intro: donavns]
Crashout Donny be talking his shit (Oh-woah)
Set that boy up like we settin' a— (Hahahahaha, fuck)
(OkayKoda)
Everything I did for you, girl, you still act like it's not enough (Enough)
Her hatred like the money I make, it keep on adding up (Up)
Pretty smile, but she so dramatic
Highest in the room, I feel like Travis
If love was war, she got an automatic
With a red beam, firin' shots out it
Fuck it

[Chorus: donavns]
Crashout Donny be talking his shit
Set that boy up like we settin' a pick
H-He tried to run, but that nigga got blitz
He brought his friend and got caught in the mix
Glock whipped, now that boy speak with a lisp
Smokin' on cookie, Donny fried and crisp
Rock-out like Danny, but Donny don't bip
Everybody hate me, feelin' like Chris
Crashout Donny be talking his shit
Set that boy up like we settin' a pick
He tried to run, but that nigga got blitz
He brought his friend and got caught in the mix
Glock whipped, now that boy speak with a lisp
Smokin' on cookie, Donny fried and crisp
Rock-out like Danny, but Donny don't bip
Everybody hate me, feelin' like Chris

[Verse 1: Dro Kenji]
Yeah, hop-out a brand-new car
Sometimes I don't like the shit I'm doing
Bae, come see me, you're my rockstar
Life so evil, fuck is going on?
Yeah, we tried, and I forgot
Yeah, I was pacing up and down the block
Yeah, my older self is so lost
Yeah, I'm sipping, where the sodas?
I'm the same nigga, I'm just older
This not the same whip, I turned it up
This not the same bitch from the function
She on go, I'm 'bout to turn it up
Holes in my jeans, 'cause I'm fly, lil' baby
We should have a party in the parking lot, baby
Glock by the bed, by the front door, AP
I ain't finna sit around, no one gonna save me

[Verse 2: donavns]
I ain't finna sit around, the bag won't make itself
Head down, bag up, I'm moving stealth
Face down, ass up, she gon' take the belt
Why they worried 'bout me? Focused on myself
She said I went Hollywood, Donny gon' ditch her (Bye)
Cut niggas out, then I got lil' richer
Money keep comin', so I how could I miss her?
He wanted smoke, now he stuck in a Sw—

[Chorus]
Crashout Donny be talking his shit
Set that boy up like we settin' a pick
He tried to run, but that nigga got blitz
He brought his friend and got caught in the mix
Glock whipped, now that boy speak with a lisp
Smokin' on cookie, Donny fried and crisp
Rock-out like Danny, but Donny don't bip
Everybody hate me, feelin' like Chris