Old Crash

[Chorus]
They said they want that O-L-D Crvsh back
If you gon' pay the fee for the feat', Cash App
Swiping gifys, I told 'em, "I need cash back"
Hit the gas in the V, make your seat go back
I'm addicted to money counters, love the chirp
In love with the fashion, my jeans Witchchurch
If you play with my name, they gon' back out the hearst
'Cause I'm dumping the knock 'til my right wrist hurt

[Verse]
Nigga said he gon' slide with the pipe, yeah right
Pussy scared to get decked in his shit, don't fight
At the end of my cup so I'm in this bitch tight
I'm like, "Who got the drank? I got eight for a pint"
Like, we pouring up in this bitch
Don't give a fuck who you with, we gon' shut down your sеction and shit
'Cause you talking too reckless
My goons might comе up on a necklace
They up it, you ducking and shit
They like, "Crvsh, he be bugging"
The whole stu' spaz when I spit
Take a pic', flashback from my wrists
Off the rollie, I'm rolling these spliffs
First rap that I writ', niggas told me that shit was a gift
Fast forward, I'm dropping these hits
They know Crvsh don't miss
I'm 11/11 from trippin', I'm just warming up
I'm in this shit for the long run, nigga, who telling me what?
'Cause if anyone making it, I will
And If anything proving me right, I know time will
I'm knocking the cop off his high-hill
Bro threw him a bullet, not talking a spiral
He spiraling out of control, it must be the pills
Kids, don't do drugs, pharmaceuticals kill
I done made a few racks off my skill
While he fiending for crushed up Perc's in his Nyquil
I got the (What?), tucked on my hip
And I bet if I—, everyone dip
Niggas wifin' a slut, could never be me
I wifed up a queen, my life is a dream
And so is the team, it's serious
All this bread coming in, I'm delirious
Push the V like the fast and the furious
I be buggin' for real, is you hearing us?

[Chorus]
They said they want that O-L-D Crvsh back
If you gon' pay the fee for the feat', Cash App
Swiping gifys, I told 'em, "I need cash back"
Hit the gas in the V, make your seat go back
I'm addicted to money counters, love the chirp
In love with the fashion, my jeans Witchchurch
If you play with my name, they gon' back out the hearst
'Cause I'm dumping the knock 'til my right wrist hurt