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greatestredefined - ​crashout music lyrics

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[verse]
trench baby, i was on that block
what’s up in my cup? gang, this hardcore wock’
draco got a drum, livin’ hard for the opps (hard for the opps)
gang knock him down, get the broom, i’ll get the mop
spin the block, wit’ yo’ music blastin’, we on hots
ak+47, [?]
i just copped this audemar’ to flex on you, i like the watch
f+ck yo’ ho’ then leave, why the f+ck would i cop a bop?
f+ck her face, push up (push up)
b+tch, i got my wood up (wood up)
why this ho’ tryn’ hook up? (why she tryna?)
b+tch, i’m smoking hookah (aye)
he don’t like my music, he must be off booger+sugar
[?] call me sugar
ay, posted with this stick, my gun equal rights, might just hit yo’ b+tch
[?] keep a cutter, masked up, let’s go hit a l!ck
ay, we tryna see a little trick, ’cause i got my bl!ck (got my gun)
n+ggas know we not on youtube, glock gon’ make ’em twitch
huh, huh, glock make him twitch, huh
posted wit’ my cutter, give a f+ck about a b+tch, huh
if i see a opp, best believe he gon’ get hit, huh
take time wit’ the chop’, who said we was movin’ quick?
we make crashout music
like the matrix, get him glitched
like a pack, we get him flipped
like a dead man, movin’ stiff
pockets bangin’, movin’ crip
f+ck a ho, then hit the strip
f+ck on hoes, and then i dip
big ass glock up in my pocket, what the f+ck is on yo’ hip?



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