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Crashout general Video (MV)




Performed By: Sayshleo
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Leo Thomas




Sayshleo - Crashout general Lyrics




I've been tryna run it up, and bro been tryna walk em down
Every time he drop a op, he just gon' crack a smile
He get a pill up in his body, get to actin' out
One wrong move and this bitch ain't gon' fat you down

I got Perky in my system, got me activated
Yeah, I'm rappin' in the lab and I'm aggravated
Me and E was ridin' around and we done found a spaceship
If we see a chain around his neck, we finna take it

Don't get me started up on E, he damn near famous
Y'all on YouTube for flippin' loads and blowin' bangers
We like to bip whips, crash cars, and take P-80s
We like to take trips, tote guns, move like to nave

Who say iont be geeking I'm on three beans
Real wavy, baby, I pour fours up in a iced tea
I got ten fingers, only right that I get five rings
Thirty shots n red, bro you funny, think we fightin

Yeah, I sleep on top of ARs
Hop up in this game, you better play hard
You can lose your head up in this shit, you better play smart
F*ck breakin' bread, I'd rather go and break a bitch heart

Mmm, you know what the f*ck it is
If you ain't tryna crash out, then stay your ass inside
I buy some Gucci sweats just so I can sleep in them
You ain't bring me food to the table, then you can't eat with us

Pop hit for a band, that's a free dinner
You could ask my mom, I've been a bad kid since pre-kinder
Quick to give a bitch a perc to show the freak in her
You ain't really shit up in these streets, but a pretender

We all bean flippers, we all lean sippers
Type the up the strap quick and never freeze with it
If I wanna do some dumb shit, I know my brother with it
When I hit it from the back, I tend to put my thumb in bitches

Everywhere I go, I got a double cup of mud with it
We get shit crackin' out in public, brought my gun with me
Like I said, me and E was in that drop top
Drop a couple thousand on your head to get your top popped

The way we get this money and this shit on nonstop
All that lil' dissin on the net gon' get your head shot
Get your mans drop, get your mans hot
I be f*ckin' this lil' bitch until her legs lock

Her pussy put me straight to bed like a eight of wock
I like sippin' lean, pour a four so I can taste the drop
I be livin' fast like a car with no brakes on it
If they pick my young dawg up, I bet that he won't say nothin

And he been out tryna run when that K dumping
We gon' double back just to make sure that we spray somethin
Them people who don't got shit, love to talk shit
Probably cause they not shit, speed down and get your block hit

F*ck a diss song, I hop out and let the child spit
F*ck a diss song, I hop out and let the child spit
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I've been tryna run it up, and bro been tryna walk em down
Every time he drop a op, he just gon' crack a smile
He get a pill up in his body, get to actin' out
One wrong move and this bitch ain't gon' fat you down

I got Perky in my system, got me activated
Yeah, I'm rappin' in the lab and I'm aggravated
Me and E was ridin' around and we done found a spaceship
If we see a chain around his neck, we finna take it

Don't get me started up on E, he damn near famous
Y'all on YouTube for flippin' loads and blowin' bangers
We like to bip whips, crash cars, and take P-80s
We like to take trips, tote guns, move like to nave

Who say iont be geeking I'm on three beans
Real wavy, baby, I pour fours up in a iced tea
I got ten fingers, only right that I get five rings
Thirty shots n red, bro you funny, think we fightin

Yeah, I sleep on top of ARs
Hop up in this game, you better play hard
You can lose your head up in this shit, you better play smart
F*ck breakin' bread, I'd rather go and break a bitch heart

Mmm, you know what the f*ck it is
If you ain't tryna crash out, then stay your ass inside
I buy some Gucci sweats just so I can sleep in them
You ain't bring me food to the table, then you can't eat with us

Pop hit for a band, that's a free dinner
You could ask my mom, I've been a bad kid since pre-kinder
Quick to give a bitch a perc to show the freak in her
You ain't really shit up in these streets, but a pretender

We all bean flippers, we all lean sippers
Type the up the strap quick and never freeze with it
If I wanna do some dumb shit, I know my brother with it
When I hit it from the back, I tend to put my thumb in bitches

Everywhere I go, I got a double cup of mud with it
We get shit crackin' out in public, brought my gun with me
Like I said, me and E was in that drop top
Drop a couple thousand on your head to get your top popped

The way we get this money and this shit on nonstop
All that lil' dissin on the net gon' get your head shot
Get your mans drop, get your mans hot
I be f*ckin' this lil' bitch until her legs lock

Her pussy put me straight to bed like a eight of wock
I like sippin' lean, pour a four so I can taste the drop
I be livin' fast like a car with no brakes on it
If they pick my young dawg up, I bet that he won't say nothin

And he been out tryna run when that K dumping
We gon' double back just to make sure that we spray somethin
Them people who don't got shit, love to talk shit
Probably cause they not shit, speed down and get your block hit

F*ck a diss song, I hop out and let the child spit
F*ck a diss song, I hop out and let the child spit
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Writer: Leo Thomas
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