LIL MAZE - Crash out Lyrics

You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be
You need people like me
You need people like me so you can point your finger
Yeah, look

Every day feeling like the demon in ya
Every day f*cking got the f*cking bands on me
Copped the f*cking Range Rover, but f*cking Bentley and I caught it up
Nigga run it up in the strip club

Now I'm f*cking going, niggas got the folks up
I don't give a f*ck, you know these niggas wanna crash up
Every day thinking about the money, not the old nigga
I swear to God, nigga, I'ma pull the f*cking trigger

I swear to God, nigga, do it on my profit, bitch
I swear to God, y'all ain't about it but a bitch
I swear to God, got the most drip in this f*cking bitch
I swear to God, y'all don't want the f*cking smoke in my block

Milly Rock, I'ma leave them crashed out
I don't give a f*ck, I'm smoking all this shit till I crash out
Smoking all this weed
Every day, niggas see, they don't wanna smoke with me

Every day, I'm in myself, riding bell
Now I'm going in hell, what the f*ck
Every day, niggas say, what the f*ck they want from me
Them niggas came from claim

Ripping, cripping, niggas, they don't want the smoke
Catch these hoes like, f*ck this bitch, you know he don't want the smoke
What you gonna do about it, nigga, want the smoke
Ayy, f*ck, rapping bitch

Every day, feeling like the demon in me
Every day, f*cking got the f*cking bands on me
Copped the f*cking Range Rover, but f*cking Bentley and I got it up
Nigga, run it up in the strip club

Now I'm f*cking going, nigga, got the folks up
I don't give a f*ck, you know these niggas wanna clash up
Every day, thinking about the money, not the hoes, nigga
I swear to God, nigga, I'ma pull the f*cking trigger

I swear to God, nigga, do it on my profit, bitch
I swear to God, y'all ain't about it but a bitch
I swear to God, got the most drip in this f*cking bitch
I swear to God, y'all don't want the f*cking smoke in my block

Millie Rock, I'ma leave them crashed out
I don't give a f*ck, I'm smoking all this shit till I crash out
Ayy, ayy, smoking all this weed, ayy
Every day, niggas see, they don't wanna smoke with me

Every day, I'm in my cell, running bell
Now I'm going in hell, what the f*ck
Every day, every day, niggas say, what the f*ck they want from me
Them niggas come from Kling

Ripping, cripping, niggas, they don't want the smoke
And Kachi's hoes like, f*ck this bitch, you know he don't want the smoke
What you gonna do about it, nigga, want the smoke
Ayy, f*ck, Rastam, bitch

Ayy, f*ck, Rastam, bitch
Ayy, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, Rastam, bitch
Ayy, f*ck, Rastam, bitch