CTB Jig, RJ DaProducer — CrashOut
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All my niggas like to crash out
Bring our glocks and masks
It’s finna be a bangout
Spin his block we gone make a lil reroute
We driving fast hope our tires don’t burn out
All my niggas like to crash out
Bring our glocks and masks
It’s finna be a bangout
Spin his block we gone make a lil reroute
We driving fast hope our tires don’t burn out
Like jig say we gone crash out
Whip the bentley sipping henny
Probably gone crash now
He really gangster we pulled up on him for the act now
My niggas on go have your family wearing black now
My family think I’m one of them
I got to show them what the difference is
I don’t entertain the streets tell them I ain’t into it
But that don’t mean play with me
Lil nigga i been with the shits
These hollows have you on the ground social distancing
Nigga pick yo mans up
Get yo bands up
We on his block yea he turned into a camper
We gone have that boy on a motherfucking amber
We gone have that boy on a motherfucking platter
Heard these other niggas tryna be us
The glock heavy so i got to keep my jeans up
He talking tuff yea he must ain’t seen enough
Nawl I haven’t given up
Get my goons to come and help clean you up
All my niggas like to crash out
Bring our glocks and masks
It’s finna be a bangout
Spin his block we gone make a lil reroute
We driving fast hope our tires don’t burn out
All my niggas like to crash out
Bring our glocks and masks
It’s finna be a bangout
Spin his block we gone make a lil reroute
We driving fast hope our tires don’t burn out
We don’t do that flexing
RJ got his smith and wesson
Have yo ass up like heaven
Lil bitch stop asking me questions
I snap yo ass like a photo
Got range like a crossbow
Mortal Kombat hit you with a combo
Beat booming just like metro
This lil hoe so stupid
You ain’t getting no diamonds no rubies
Off this drank I feel a lil woozy
Money got longer just like uzi
Uh look u niggas out here shook
Hoe stop shaking that ass go get you bag bitch go read you a book
We gone crash out It’s a bang out
Royalty that’s my brother and you know he brought his chains
Why these niggas goofy’s they be doing it for the damn clout
They don’t wanna see us win just wait till we pop out
I see you got you a tool
But you don’t know what to do
Go sit down go smoke you a pound
Stop tryna be cool
I see you got you a tool
But you don’t know what to do
Go sit down go smoke you a pound
Stop tryna be cool
All my niggas like to crash out
Bring our glocks and masks
It’s finna be a bangout
Spin his block we gone make a lil reroute
We driving fast hope our tires don’t burn out
All my niggas like to crash out
Bring our glocks and masks
It’s finna be a bangout
Spin his block we gone make a lil reroute
We driving fast hope our tires don’t burn out
Crashout Bangout Reroute Yahh
