Crash out – Blac Youngsta lyrics

Lyrics Crash out – Blac Youngsta

Crash out lyrics
Ayy pussy what’s up nigga?
I’m at your motherfuckin’ front door step
And I ain’t pickin’ up no newspaper
Let’s go fuck a nigga

We spazz out my lil’ youngins like to crash out
I’m talkin’ spin in real life play Black Ops
He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out
I won’t drop a diss we whack opps
Chalk his body on the blacktop
We know he not what he rap ’bout
I touch a bitch turn her on like a laptop

I count dead niggas and I smoke dead niggas
We fill his head with lead my lil’ hitters slide like sled nigga
I drop bread on your head nigga they give me your head
Nigga play and he lay in his deathbed fresh to death he a dead man

My shooters try knock off his fro’
Bitch we probably smokin’ your bro
Public figure I stay with a pole
Don’t inhale it we blowin’ the smoke
Triple K I’m cutthroat
We tryna hang a nigga by a rope
Nigga go get fixed you broke
They know I stay with that stick it poke
They know I stay with that fire
Ain’t no cap in my rap ain’t no tellin no lies
And if I am motherfucker I’m flyin’
Diss me in your trap bitch rapper you dyin’
Bust-down Rollie I can’t tell the time
We double-back like press rewind
I don’t fuck with these niggas they pickin’ sides
Ain’t doin’ a show if I can’t bring my stick inside

We spazz out my lil’ youngins like to crash out
I’m talkin’ spin in real life play Black Ops
He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out
I won’t drop a diss we whack opps
Chalk his body on the blacktop
We know he not what he rap ’bout
I touch a bitch turn her on like a laptop

I count dead niggas and I smoke dead niggas
We fill his head with lead my lil’ hitters slide like sled nigga
I drop bread on your head nigga they give me your head
Nigga play and he lay in his deathbed fresh to death he a dead man

Hit the block spin it one more time
Caught my opps on the backstreet took ’em out and I hit ’em one more time
I wish I could kill ’em one more time
It’s all good ’cause his mama sufferin’ she wish she could see him one more time
Ridin’ in a steamer bumpin’ bone-crusher any nigga try to come for mines get whacked
Young niggas in my hood we don’t say “Blood” nigga we say “Blatt”
Any nigga go against the gang guarantee they gon’ get whacked
I ain’t gon’ lie had to cut my bitch off put my shit on flat
Gotta keep a fully automatic I’m a big dawg I prefer that MAC
Yeah I put in work ‘fore I go to church I took my shirt ‘fore I go to work
I’m just like you I gotta clock in only difference is I’ma shoot the clerk
Young nigga he gon’ shoot you first I’ma shoot you second
I’m the last nigga you gon’ see ‘fore you leave this earth lil’ pussy
Shootouts in my neighborhood paid in full I’m a real killer but I saved the hood
Warnin’ on the gate stay away from bulls shoot him in the face yeah
Free my nigga Dre I wish they can do it pussy-ass nigga got gunned down
Real OG in my nigga speakin’ on me that’ll get a nigga gunned down (Gang gang)

We spazz out my lil’ youngins like to crash out
I’m talkin’ spin in real life play Black Ops
He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out
I won’t drop a diss we whack opps
Chalk his body on the blacktop
We know he not what he rap ’bout
I touch a bitch turn her on like a laptop

I count dead niggas and I smoke dead niggas
We fill his head with lead my lil’ hitters slide like sled nigga
I drop bread on your head nigga they give me your head
Nigga play and he lay in his deathbed fresh to death he a dead mannn

Crash out – Blac Youngsta lyrics
Crash out - Blac Youngsta
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