Brook Nycole - Crash Out Lyrics

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Cup filled with gingerale soda
Smoke a blunt while I record up,
Re-up when im below quota
You know how a business go-ah
Fight like Rocky Balboa
Spend that shit, get some more
Run it up, till I go up
This shit ain't nun, if you ain't know

All I gotta do is rap on beats and I can make a million,
Wouldn't stop there, run a business to a billion
So, why would I not choose this profession to feed my children?
It's no other way, I gotta go at it, I gotta spit it
I spit the realest
I want the yacht, you deserve Kia
His rebound a lame, don't wanna be her
F*ck them books, f*ck them kids
I been reading Think and Grow Rich, uh

You never know who you shitting on,
So watch who you shit on, watch who you speak on, and watch who you do wrong
I can say I'm sorry for a lot, it won't mean nun
They gon only care forreal when the green come
So imma give em racks, that's just for my apology
Then they can kiss my ass, nun else they got from me

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

They hide from, the lie to me, they dead to me, no revealing
This ain't no bebe, real 22 shell, ain't no modeling
She a sloppy bitch, type to get drunk and be wobbling
He a thirst trap nigga, type to brag on how I be gobbling
You lame nigga
I'll hammer yo dick after we f*ck, that's pain nigga
Do some shit to you that'll make yo ass wanna sang nigga
I still got the video you took after you had laid with her
You made you bed of lies, and I'm the bitch that made you lay in em
Lil bitch
Lil bitch
Lil bitch
Go throw yo ass a fit
Lil bitch
Lil bitch
Ian never gave no f*cks
Tell yo new bitch come get up
Tell that new bitch come get up, with me