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fella - crashed whips lyrics

[intro]
{rucci}
ay ay ay ay, rucci, ay ok, go, ay, go

[tag]
(got zay on the beat, so you know the sh+t knock)

[pre+hook]
{rucci}
cleat check like the first day of practice (first day of practice)
i’m used to havin 20k under the mattress (no cap)
like an adlib, don’t make me put you in the back, b+tch (put you in the back b+tch)
but i be chillin in the back of the back b+tch (go, go, go)

[hook]
{rucci}
if it wasn’t for the money i would’ve been quit this rap sh+t (ok)
but imma run it up ‘til i’m done, watch me stack, b+tch (watch me stack)
my city love me ‘cause i put ‘em on my back, b+tch (no bap)
my city trust me ‘cause i put ‘em on the map quick (ok)
i used to sip lean all day, a couple crashed whips (crashed whips)
i get smoked up to get out my feelings, it’s a habit (it’s a habit)
i got my glock on my lap while i’m in traffic (while i’m in traffic)
i gotta check it, i got ghost on my last b+tch (ghost)

[verse 1]
{tha fella}
if it wasn’t for the money, then i’d still be flippin’ p’s
momma took us from the hood, ain’t take the hood outta me
paint a french girl face, screaming c’est la vie
if makin’ love is art, i ain’t f+ckin’ for the free
rucci in the booth, so i’m makin’ sure my bars’ right
gucci tennis shoes makin’ sure that i walk tight
money real long, i got my wallet from ikea
if a b+tch is sleepin’ on me then she must got no idea
fella keep atleast three shortys on the roster
a b+tch about her pennies make me proud like oscar
my n+ggas got stripes but don’t shop at foot locker
my cousin got a xan plug, we call him the doctor
really ‘bout this music, man this rap sh+t saved me
now all these skinny model b+tches tryna have my baby
i be on my own, the booth my only friend lately
and all i chase is chicken, so the vegans said they hate me
[hook]

[verse 2]
{tha fella}
me, zay, and rucci? boy this sh+t ain’t even fair
my barber show me ten p’s before he cut my hair
i don’t speak to many people, they still treat me like the mayor
gon’ and let the forty pop, watch where you stare
i’m a star, burn bright, when i blow you finna know me
double cup, sippin two fours, shoutout kobe
like the watch on my wrist, run up imma rollie
perc with the weed in the stu got me zonin’
cleat check, if we like what you got, we gon’ take it
pillow talkin’ with the b+tch gon’ leave your house vacant
n+ggas think they safe when they get the b+tch naked
quit playin’, she with us, she’s just there for information
amy at the bank said she wanna get to know me
there’s alot of copycats, you n+ggas can’t clone me
known me pre+covid, then you only know the old me
zay on the beat, gon’ head and talk to ‘em rucci

[hook]

[tag]
(got zay on the beat, so you know the sh+t knock)

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