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blac youngsta – crash out lyrics

[intro: blac youngsta & stunna 4 vegas]
aye p+ssy what’s up n+gga
i’m at your muhf+ckin front door step and i ain’t pickin up no newspaper
lets go, f+ck a n+gga
uh uh uh 4 times

[hook: stunna 4 vegas]
we spaz 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 cr+pped out
i won’t drop a diss we whack ops
chalk his body on the black top
we know he not what he rap bout
i touch a b+tch turn her on like a laptop

[bridge: stunna 4 vegas]
i count dead n+ggas, and i smoke dead n+ggas
we fill his head with lead my lil hittas slide like sled n+gga
i drop bread on your head n+gga, they give me your head
n+gga play and he lay in his death bed
fresh to death he a dead man

[verse 1: stunna 4 vegas]
my shooters try knock off his fro b+tch we prolly smoking your bro
public figure i stay with a pole
don’t inhale it we blowing the smoke
triple k i’m cutthroat
we tryna hang a n+gga by a rope
n+gga go get fixed you broke, they know i stay with that stick it poke uh uh
they know i stay with that fire, ain’t no cap in my rap ain’t no tellin no lies
and if i am muhf+cka i’m flyin, diss me in your trap b+tch rapper you dying
bust down rollie i can’t tell the time
we double back like press rewind
i don’t f+ck with these n+ggas they picking sides
ain’t doing a show if i can’t bring my stick inside
(on gang)
[hook: stunna 4 vegas]
we spaz 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 cr+pped out
i won’t drop a diss we whack ops
chalk his body on the black top
we know he not what he rap bout
i touch a b+tch turn her on like a laptop

[verse 2: blac youngsta]
hit the block spin it one more time
caught my ops on the backstreet took em out and i hit em one more time
i wish i could k!ll em one more time
its all good cause his mama suffering
she wish she could see him one more time
riding in a steamer bumping bone crusher any n+gga try to come for mines get whacked
young n+ggas in my hood, we don’t say blood n+gga we say blatt
any n+gga go against the gang guarantee they gone get whacked
i ain’t gone lie had to cut my b+tch off put my sh+t on flat
gotta keep a fully automatic i’m a big dog 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 n+gga he gone shoot you first
i’ma shoot you second i’m the last n+gga you gone see fore you leave this earth, lil p+ssy
shootouts in my neighborhood paid in full
ima real k!ller but i saved the hood
warning on the gate, stay away from bulls shoot him in the face, yeah
free my n+gga dre, i wish they can do it
p+ssy ass n+gga got gunned down
real og in my n+gga speaking on me that’ll get a n+gga gunned down
(gang gang)
[hook: stunna 4 vegas]
we spaz 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 cr+pped out
i won’t drop a diss we whack ops
chalk his body on the black top
we know he not what he rap bout
i touch a b+tch turn her on like a laptop

- blac youngsta lyrics

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