[ Featuring Baby Smoove ]
(Thank you, Timmy boy)
Bitch, I'm pushin' P
He tried to arrest a nigga, I'm back pushin' B
Thirty milligram of Oxycodone, bitch, I'm poppin' three
I rock Denim Tears with Saint Laurent mixed with the Louis V
I just cracked a pint and poured the full cream soda, Booka T
I just cracked a pint and poured a four, I should've poured a three
I've been steppin' in my Ricky shoes and Ricky on my sleeve
My lil' bitch, she bald head, I like her, she look just like E
I can't wake up and be still broke, there's money in my dreams
Ricky Owen head to head, diamonds VVS or VS1s
Strikers tried to pull me out, you know I had to run
Thirty shots stuffed in the magazine, I don't even know who gun
In the bank with all my crash outs, but, bitch, I'm a crash out boy
Hit the corner, pop my lock, I bet all them niggas run
I gotta ride with two three four clips 'cause this piece that's on my gun
He won't make it out that spot because I-
He won't make it out that spot because I owe 'em when they done
Where my feelings? Ayy, I've been hustlin' since a child, it's in my DNA
You gon' catch me on my block or either at the bank
This a machine gun conversion, not no f*ckin' shank
I don't give a f*ck-
Shooters puttin' BTA, I call 'em, what's the ETA?
Facetime a route on 95, they throwin' 360 Km/h
Why the f*ck you up palmer like you's a killer? You's a saint
I put blood right on these diamonds, killed the chicken and the saint, damn
Rockstar lifestyle, might not live
GTA lifestyle, but I'm gon' live it
I put diamonds in my body, bro put diamonds in his bracelet
I keep throwin' up my Z's for Zombieland, they think I'm Haitian
(Crash Out Boyz)
Brand-new Patek, I don't even wanna wear it, just leave it inside the case
I do fraud, where them phones at? Or just point me to a Chase
I got wheel, bet I get it where it's-
I got wheel, bet I get away every time I'm in a chase
Where lil' bro 'n'em? You know they bang them S's, for me, they slang a Drac'
Reservations just for lunch, you know I spend what you make today
I might pull up brand-new Bentley, just might-
I might pull up brand-new Bentley, just make one of you niggas fake
Rockstar lifestyle, might not live
GTA lifestyle, but I'm gon' live it
I put diamonds in my body, bro put diamonds in his bracelet
I keep throwin' up my Z's for Zombieland, they think I'm Haitian
(Crash Out Boyz) bitch, I'm pushin' P
He tried to arrest a nigga, I'm back pushin' B
Thirty milligram of Oxycodone, bitch, I'm poppin' three
I rock Denim Tears with Saint Laurent mixed with the Louis V
I just cracked a pint and poured the full cream soda, Booka T
I just cracked a pint and poured a four, I should've poured a three
I've been steppin' in my Ricky shoes and Ricky on my sleeve
My lil' bitch, she bald head, I like her, she look just like E
I can't wake up and be still broke, there's money in my dreams
