Crash ! ft. K.T.D Lyrics

Crash the whip, ain't look back Facts, the bad lil' bitch, she throwin' ass

Cash, just copped a pack, it's so phat Gas, just fucked a bitch, she's so bad, Run it back,

Got a quarter pound I'm weighing up on my lap

If the police flick me, I might have to do the dash

I can't play around with life, I just need a bigger bag

I'm caught up in the streets, so won't you tell me who I am

Ayy, this what happen when you rap, when you trap hard

223s and they sprayin' out the AR

Brody cop a foreign and he whip it like a NASCAR

Shorty say she wanna rock out , with a rockstar Still free P, still runnin' from the cop cars

Disrespect my my dawg, you get slapped like a dab cart

We been movin' dope on the road, not no fent bars

Homie got to trippin' like he sippin' on some Wokhardt !

Cause what I do is what I do, probably put me in a pen

I'm tired of playin' games, all I wanna do is win

My fucker wanna slide, baby, this life I live

I get what you need gucci an Dior, need some fendi for my drip

I ain't cappin' when I tell you, baby, I'ma make it rich

It's hard to understand when you got a lot to give

I ain't never had shit, baby, it is what it is

I ain't never been a bitch, girl, you're rockin' with the kid

Doin' what I do, we gon' have to make it big

If it's bloodon my shirt, fuck, I'm doin' it for this

I do it for my brothers, we won't hesitate to lick

I can't help how I'm feelin', I need ice on my wrist

It's that holy water, baby, you ain't never had a sip

I'm a Westside Baby, whippin round the 616

I'm a cold-hearted thug, we gon' pop out with a blip

It's that automatic pressure, we gon' up and let it rip

If you real, come and fuck with the team for real

Cause we push a lot of dope and we pushin' steel

Cause you talk a lot of hoe, pussy, what's the deal

Yeah, oh, pussy, what's the deal

We roll a whole lot of potent and we flowin' like poets

We got a couple sharp shooters and they cause a commotion

We got clips like some rulers and we ready to blow em

Talkin' tough, let me know when you ready to show it

Ayy, yeah,

When you ready to show it

Ayy, yeah,

When you ready to prove it

Shawty get to shakin', yeah, I love how you move it

Keep it low-key , and we move like demons

You could get smoked, just give me a reason

For real, just say what you meaning'

Crash the whip ain't look back, facts

Bad lil' bitch, throwin' ass, kash

Just copped a pack, it's so phat, Gas

Just fucked a bitch, she so bad, run it back

A quarter pound, I'm weighin' up on my rack

If the police flick me, I'ma have to do the dash

I can't play around with life, I just need a bigger bag

I'm caught up in the streets, so don't you tell me who I am

Ayy, this what happen when you rap, when you trap hard

223s , and they sprayin' out that A.R

Brody, Copped a foreign and he whip it like a NASCAR

Shawty say she wanna rock out, with a rockstar

Still free P , still runnin' from the cop cars

Disrespect my dog, you get slapped like a dab cart

We been movin' dope on the road, not no fent bars

Homie got to trippin' like he sippin' on some Wokhardt