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CRASHOUT
870glizzy
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Never say, "When Hell freezes over"
Why not?
Because Hell has froze over
Crash out 'bout these bitches
Elliot Rodgers, niggas crash out 'bout these bitches
Crash out 'bout these bitches, ho
I don't crash out 'bout no bitches
Ay
Uh, Elliot Rodgers, niggas crash out 'bout these bitches (what? What?)
I ain't met a bitch I put before my riches (bitch)
Glicky with the switch, we call them glitches
Ay, my chopper whack him, beat that boy down like he Stitches ($ouf)
Back door or the front door, bitch, we kick 'em in (okay)
Got my pole when I'm in the yo, when I'm punchin' in (pussy)
Send her back if the throat wack, we won't link again (we won't link again)
Too sick with the stick and I scraped the VIN
Grab that MAC shit, make the track hit (brrt)
Don't got no time for a wack bitch 'less the mouth sick (sick)
Shout-out $crim, this a G22, but it spit like it's 5'9" (5'9")
Like I'm Adolf, I don't fuck with you, ain't my kind
(Uh, that might've been a bad comparison, I'm not a Nazi)
Don't involve no money- (what a drag) Shikamaru Nara
Dirty boy from out that dirt, bitch, I'm lil' eight Gara
Break a block down like bro do the grabba
That 40 sky you, R.I.P., won't see tomorrow
Uh, Elliot Rodgers, niggas crash out 'bout these bitches ('bout these hos, nigga)
I ain't met a bitch I put before my riches (hell nah)
Glicky with the switch, we call them glitches
Ay, my chopper whack him, beat that boy down like he Stitches
Too thick with the stick, hit you in your shin
Talkin' messy, it's Ninjago, bitch, I'm 'bout to spin
I don't give a fuck you from my city, you are not my kin
Glocky got the triple beam on it like I'm Ginshin'
Stop a rapper heartbeat when I grip the pen
Talkin' on the mob, I swear to God, my set gon' do you in
Rappers bitch in silence, they know how I been
I might spin again, then spin again just to spin again (skrrt, ISSBROKIE, bitch)
Uh, Elliot Rodgers, niggas crash out 'bout these bitches ('bout these hos, nigga)
I ain't met a bitch I put before my riches (hell nah)
Glicky with the switch, we call them glitches
Ay, my chopper whack him, beat that boy down like he Stitches ($ouf)
Back door or the front door, bitch, we kick 'em in ($ouf)
Got my pole when I'm in the yo, when I'm punchin' in
Send her back if the throat wack, we won't link again
Too sick with the stick and I scraped the VIN
Tell me to straighten my shit, press my shirt with an iron
How ironic
Seems like just last week I was flying down your block, pressing your men with the iron
You weren't too happy about that, were you?
Keep my name out your fuckin' mouth