*CRASH OUT* lyrics

[Intro]
Switch These Lanes
Ride on Blades
Grey Be the Gang
Yeah We on the Same Thing
I Ain't Got to Aim
But I Could Get You Touched Up
Eight Ounce in the Liter
I Can't Kick That Cup

[Chorus]
Living Like f*ck It
Im Crashing
Ive Been Up Popping
Since Last Week
Baby on That Drama
You Can Miss Me
Only Want Commas
No Besties
Let Me Know
If I Drop These Pills
That Fasho
Smoke Pack After Pack
Where’d It Go?
b*tch Dont Blow My High
Let Me Flow
Sorry Baby I Can't Love You
Im on Go…
Where You Won't Find Em
Dont Miss Me
I Ain't With the Drama
Dont Tempt Me
I Could Get It Popping Like…
[Verse 1]
.45 c*ck Back
Let It Blow
Ahh
Simmer Down Sucka
Try Me You Get f*cked Up
Riding With a Cutter
Tell Me Where I Stuttered?
Tryna f*ck This b*tch
But Lately She Been
Acting Stuck Up
Money Cars and Clothes and Hoes
I Guess I Gotta Suffer
Balling Like the Rucker
Tats on Me Like Barker
59 Problems
Ain't No Hoe Could Ever Bother
Drag Em to the River
Neck Be Flooded
VV Water
I Been on the Field
And a Pill
Like the Bubble…

[Bridge]
Switch These Lanes
Ride on Blades
Grey Be the Gang
Yeah We on the Same Thing
I Ain't Got to Aim
But I Could Get You Touched Up
Eight Ounce in the Liter
I Can't Kick That Cup
[Chorus]
Living Like f*ck It
Im Crashing
Ive Been Up Popping
Since Last Week
Baby on That Drama
You Can Miss Me
Only Want Commas
No Besties
Let Me Know
If I Drop These Pills
That Fasho
Smoke Pack After Pack
Where’d It Go?
b*tch Dont Blow My High
Let Me Flow
Sorry Baby I Can't Love You
Im on Go…
Where You Won't Find Em
Dont Miss Me
I Ain't With the Drama
Dont Tempt Me
I Could Get It Popping Like…

[Verse 2]
Baby Nine c*ck Back
Let It Blow
Ahh…
Simmer Down Sucka
Try Me You Know What Up
Hundred Thousand Hoes
Really I Dont Even Want Em
Passing Down the Block
Im on the Northside
With That Drama
Ain't No Dj
But Ive Been Mixing Like Serato
Addy With the Pharma
Smoking on a Opper
Hermes for the Bag
And She Keep My Pistol on Her
Going Out Sad
Never That
Dont You Wonder
Put a b*tch on Blade
Leave a Stain
Either One of Em…
[Outro]
Switch These Lanes
Ride on Blades
Grey Be the Gang
Yeah We on the Same Thing
I Ain't Got to Aim
But I Could Get You Touched Up
Eight Ounce in the Liter
I Can't Kick That Cup