rae rae – crash flow pt. 2 (yaa) lyrics
[intro: rae rae]
yeah, yeah, yay (haha)
broke out [?] yay
yeah, yeah, yay (woo!)
(b-tch) yeah, yeah, yay (woo!)
yeah, yeah, yay (brrrrr)
257, yeah (let’s go)
257 (woo!)
[chorus: rae rae]
and i say, “who sellin’ opps?” ’cause we buyin’, yah
and we hit these hoes by the 1, 2, pimp
imma wear my mood, wear my 1,2, yah
i ain’t wit’ that pump fakin’ sh-t, if i up, i shoot, yah
and i say, “who want some smoke?” (yeah) beatin’ down your door
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout no b-tch, no, i ain’t crashin ’bout no hoe
i rock out with this glizzy like i rock out at the show
we gon’ pop out at your [?] leave your [?] on the floor
yeah
[verse 1: rae rae]
n-gga find time, n-gga drivin down, sh-t, don’t involve us
sh-t gettin’ real, n-ggas gettin’ k!lled, n-gga what to call this?
sayin’ free smoke, when we hit the blunt, then we say it’s all this
i ain’t with the fake [?], nah-nah, yuh
hit her one time, then i kick her out my condo, yuh
i told all my n-ggas we gon ball, ball
you a stain gang, tryna flood that b-tch like paul wall
deconstruction on your hoe, knock down her wall, wall
stack the money up real tall, yeah, tall, tall
[chorus: rae rae]
and i say, “who sellin’ opps?” ’cause we buyin’, yah
and we hit these hoes by the 1, 2, pimp
imma wear my mood, wear my 1,2, yah
i ain’t wit’ that pump fakin’ sh-t, if i up, i shoot, yah
and i say, “who want some smoke?,” beatin’ down your door
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout no b-tch, no, i ain’t crashin ’bout no hoe
i rock out with this glizzy like i rock out at the show
we gon’ pop out at your [?] leave your [?] on the floor
yeah
[verse 2: taeman]
they say them stank eye n-gga pop out, make the block hot (hot, hot)
i can’t get a hoe ’cause she a thot, thot (thot, thot)
i put a t-tty on a glock (glock, glock) then i move, i make it pop (pop, pop)
don’t take my chain, might lose your top
me and my gang got it on lock (gang gang, lock)
yah, [?] that bih’ with my glizzy (glizzy)
tryna come out, you miss it (miss it)
dropped loud, i gotta go get it (get it)
gotta run up them digits
heard you goin’ bad ’bout these hoes (hoes)
i got neck, then i gotta go (go)
and i ain’t missin’, i ain’t cuffin no hoe
kick her out the door
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[chorus: rae rae]
and i say, “who sellin’ opps?” ’cause we buyin’, yah
and we hit these hoes by the 1, 2, pimp
imma wear my mood, wear my 1,2, yah
i ain’t wit’ that pump fakin’ sh-t, if i up, i shoot, yah
and i say, “who want some smoke?” (yeah) beatin’ down your door
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout no b-tch, no, i ain’t crashin ’bout no hoe
i rock out with this glizzy like i rock out at the show
we gon’ pop out at your [?] leave your [?] on the floor
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