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jdot breezy - crash time lyrics

[intro]
i bet a n+gga ain’t gon’+
yeah, like, n+gga
we be on+
yeah, man
i don’t even+
(phebo)
ayy, b+tch ass n+gga
n+ggas ain’t draw no motherf+ckin’ blood, like what, n+gga
man, we hit big every motherf+ckin’ time, n+gga
check the news, n+gga
another hat

[verse]
ayy, dare a n+gga to try me, my crew lace sh+t down on site
it ain’t no passes that we give, we on your ass like white on rice
kimbo my drac’, hop out and slice
7+eleven, b+tch roll the dice
steppin’ and steppin’, makin’ ’em piped
you send him, we hit him, he ain’t comin’ back (boom)
there go money that i touch, on opps i up the f+ckin’ price
i might take his b+tch and boss her up, i like her shape, she nice
don’t pop pour to four he poured a eight, this time it’s not his sprite
we some vamps, baby, i don’t come outside until it’s night
please don’t tempt me, i be tempted with that drac’, play, i line him up
like, teachers playin’ today
them hits be organized, get taught, you ducked
like, who is all these new n+ggas beef with me? bet, round ’em up
we bound to make another n+gga die tryna get down on us
b+tch, i never ducked no smoke, i slung that iron plenty times, i’m still spinnin’
i’m active, boy, give a f+ck about nothin’, n+gga, slide down
i put this sh+t on pause, n+gga, ’bout my dog, we put sh+t in the ground
they know ’bout us, we f+ck sh+t up anytime we come, n+gga, ask around
when a n+gga did some to dot? can’t name no time, n+ggas p+ssyfootin’
all these bully rookies with no f+ckin’ hats, they all p+ssy
n+ggas mad, now they ass wan’ beef ’bout a switch, that’s bull, my dog took it
bet a n+gga won’t f+ck with me, i’ma crash out, i don’t care who lookin’
ride ’round on every side of town, f+ck who don’t f+ck with us
sh+t, f+ck whoever don’t f+ck with me, i ain’t hurtin’, b+tch, i don’t give a f+ck
say i’m endearin’ and belligerent since i ran this f+ckin’ money up
i’ma act a ass ’cause i want to, i can merch n+ggas ain’t done enough
when ralo died i was in that car, after practice i was doin’ drills
really chase a n+gga, i apply my athlete sk!lls and run down k!lls
2019 them boys ain’t have no f+ckin’ guns, i was on they hills
i was spinnin’ on they sh+t for fun, no bap, they know what it is
i got plenty funds, i spend that sh+t on robbings, i don’t club
might take thirty out for fun and f+ckin’ give my b+tch a dub
been that sh+t since a jitterbug, my daddy used to thug
my mama too, ain’t raise no p+ssys, f+ck you think i get it from?
i hate when we can’t get this pape’ together, i’ll give you some
d+ck her down, she want some now and later, made her fall in love
want that static, we gon’ hit you up, wet you like a tub
keep on reppin’, we gon’ k!ll that bug, f+ck you and your thugs
b+tch, i’m pistol bangin’, lane changin’, step on sh+t like rug
b+tch, my gang dangerous, told that b+tch she better not spill my cup
b+tch, we still stainin’
opps, we k!ll they ass, n+gga, just because
you ain’t my f+ckin’ twin, don’t try to peace me up, n+gga, you ain’t my blood
pistol gang, throw guns for pete and, b+tch, we swing that drac’ for leeke
been runnin’ through them bands
could’ve bought a patek or went and copped piguet
but i didn’t, b+tch, i rather fund this beef and put these n+ggas to sleep
i’ma f+ck my wrist up though and ice my b+tch so she can look like me
b.b. simon belt, amiri jeans, might put on a off+white tee
think you dumb? well, b+tch, we stupid, everybody ’round be off like me
they like why y’all sip that sh+t? codeine i need, i’m coughin’, see?
boy, play with me, i’ma bang a hundred rounds, leave burned like coffee beans
baby, i’m a star, gotta f+ck with rubber now, my time be costin’ me
man, baby played, this ho can’t come around, now this b+tch stalkin’ me
i bang that drac’, it sound how thunder sound
boy, you’ll get off of me (boom, boom, boom)
b+tch, i’m on point, no, you won’t run me down
i get sh+t off of me, yeah
[outro]
n+gga already know how we f+ckin’ rockin’, man
bruh, n+ggas can talk that talk all they f+ckin’ want to (k!ll your stupid ass broad day)
we be slangin’ iron out this motherf+cker
this sh+t ain’t gon’ never stop (anywhere, anytime)
don’t come around tryna play me like no f+ckin’ rapper
n+gga, you gon’ get your ass hit on camera (on god)
everything, n+gga
that’s on the set, n+gga
rip ralo, rip john, rip leeke
ain’t runnin’ from none
rw

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