Crash Out (feat. Dante Riché) Video (MV)

I'm on fire, don't even try and put me out I Guess that's why they call them hoes
I kick the bitch right out my house and go I'ma God around these parts, you better ask
About me had her nervous, so she tryna wear a Mask around
Me take it off, baby, wanna see you twerk

Some The way she rock and dress, it make me Really
Wanna hurt some, I'ma f*ck her like I did hard Time, now I'm
Out I just wanna see the things she can do with
Her mouth Friends are family scared if I buy a Gun

Now, cause he might shit his pants if I catch Him on the run down
I'm pattin' pockets, make him strip and then I Shake down
Cause I heard he a bitch and he'll probably tell The whole town
They can't see me on the track and they can't See me with no pack

When you ever saw me last, never cause I'm On they ass, yeah
Rappers make me laugh, all these bitches from The past
I'm just waitin' on the time that they, that they All crash out
Crash out, crash out, crash out, she a D-1 Crash out

Crash out, crash out, crash out, he a D-1 crash Out
I'm really in some places that you probably can't go
White boy, curly hair, this ain't Jack Harlow
I'ma flip it for the high cause I got it for the low

And Bitches turned me cold, used to have the Heart of gold, yeah
And I'm in the fast lane while they movin' slow
Sippin' brew with bro, baby, you know how it go
Pockets lookin' swole, money jiggle, it don't Fold

I can stand alone while they clickin' up with Clones
Yeah, I really does this
Shorty eat the cociana like it was some fun dip
No punch-ins, I don't eat the pussy, I'm not Munchin

At the luncheon, or out to brunch with some Bitches talking money
Got my money, remember it was rainin', now It's sunny
She used to curve my shit, now she say she Want to f*ck me
Ain't that something? I be busy, baby, please Don't bug me

Don't do it, this took me 20 minutes this was Nothing