lil gray – crash lyrics
[intro]
hey manny, this joint crank
johnny caravaggio
[chorus]
he broke, mm+mmh, that’s bad
i spend racks, they make you mad
we drop tax and that sh+t flag
b+tch, she ain’t s+xy, she dress in drag
rude boy wanna test me, make me spazz
he said, “hit that boy, like dash”
them cvv’s be fryin’, fast
get down lil’ poor laptop gon’ crash
[post+chorus]
b+tch, we kick in the door, put that sh+t in the bag
b+tch, i come from the smoke, bro they throwin’ a frag
put a knife to his throat and i know he got asthma
give that boy a halo like i’m shooting with plasma
i’m just not like a twig, i will bag you in branch
know that d+ck want the sauce, what, they give you some ranch
i whip out the drac and i’m making them dance
he swears that he different, he draws on his pants
[verse 1]
i’m drawing a pin and you drawing a blank
don’t ask me how much, b+tch how much to you think
got the chops, when it clips, it make you faint
f+ck the b+tch that you love with [?]
my permission is top, need to hire a shrink
get a voc when i shop, i ain’t finding a link
beat the pot till it rocks and a glock by the sink
send a shot to your spot, let it live like a zink
when he’s dead, knock his head off his neck by his feet
gotta live for two piece, when they give me the deets
but, i’m selling expensive, with a bag full of blanks
n+ggas say that i’m clipping when that sh+t a reach
[verse 2]
[?] he think he a brave
he think he a titan and imma be slayed
put on a diaper, that boy is a stank
bullets flying like appa, i’m feeling like aang
get a stretch in the strip, b+tch, we laying a flag
make a shorty deceased and we doubling back
f+cking load up the piece with a couple of racks
i do a trick, pull a cat out a hat
i’m on the dog like a mat
play with the switch like a bat
gray get every dollar, fact
lil gray, how you feel about me, wack
[chorus]
he broke, mm+mmh, that’s bad
i spend racks, they make you mad
we drop tax and that sh+t flag
b+tch, she ain’t s+xy, she dress in drag
rude boy wanna test me, make me spazz
he said, “hit that boy, like dash”
them cvv’s be fryin’, fast
get down lil’ poor laptop gon’ crash
[post+chorus]
b+tch, we kick in the door, put that sh+t in the bag
b+tch, i come from the smoke, bro they throwin’ a frag
put a knife to his throat and i know he got asthma
give that boy a halo like i’m shooting with plasma
i’m just not like a twig, i will bag you in branch
know that d+ck want the sauce, what, they give you some ranch
i whip out the drac and i’m making them dance
he swears that he different, he draws on his pants
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