Midwxst, sgpwes - crash it lyrics
[Midwxst, sgpwes - crash it lyrics]
My fit all black when I walk in the party
'cause we just might have to go up it
Drivin' the coupe, I might crash it
'cause I don't give a fuck
At this point I'm just like "Fuck it"
I cannot bring my new Glock
Through the TSA checkpoint
I had to put that in my luggage
My brother keepin' them sticks
He keepin' that drum
In the back, but he don't play percussion
Yeah
Four shots through, hit that boy in the head
We finna slide like this shit was a sled
Blood on the Glock, bitch
That boy already dead
Six times two in the mag' for the feds
You wanna talk, say that shit with your chest
My shawty emo, I think she depressed
I get that girl, 'causе she said I'm the best
Chеck her off of the list
Now I'm onto the next
Blade on my waist, I feel like I'm Levi
That boy want smoke, that boy finna D-IE
I know that boy wan' be like me
Uppin' that drum, so the Glock on E
Wake up, count money, then I go to sleep
Repeat that shit every day of the week
Don't pass him the blunt
That boy finna tweak
Might smoke that gas, nigga
Smokin' them trees shut the fuck up
You got no money, not runnin' it up
You wanna talk, but I know you not tough
Not bluffin', then I'm callin' your bluff
We kick in his door, and we takin' his stuff
Might fuck on your ex, I'm showin' her love
We sendin' that boy to the sky, to above
I step on your ass with some mo'fuckin' UGGs
Got all Margiela, Margiela on me
I got a Vet', I might talk on the team
You cannot fuck with me, cannot compete
Shoutout my, blood on my jeans
RIP juice WRLD, got blood on my jeans
Got a new whip, and it don't need a key
If I got a new girl I'll keep it lowkey, yeah
My fit all black when I walk in the party
'cause we just might have to go up it
Drivin' the coupe, I might crash it
'cause I don't give a fuck
At this point I'm just like "Fuck it"
I cannot bring my new Glock
Through the TSA checkpoint
I had to put that in my luggage
My brother keepin' them sticks
He keepin' that drum
In the back, but he don't play percussion
Yeah
Risto, talk to 'em, slime
'cause we just might have to go up it
Drivin' the coupe, I might crash it
'cause I don't give a fuck
At this point I'm just like "Fuck it"
I cannot bring my new Glock
Through the TSA checkpoint
I had to put that in my luggage
My brother keepin' them sticks
He keepin' that drum
In the back, but he don't play percussion
Yeah
Four shots through, hit that boy in the head
We finna slide like this shit was a sled
Blood on the Glock, bitch
That boy already dead
Six times two in the mag' for the feds
You wanna talk, say that shit with your chest
My shawty emo, I think she depressed
I get that girl, 'causе she said I'm the best
Chеck her off of the list
Now I'm onto the next
Blade on my waist, I feel like I'm Levi
That boy want smoke, that boy finna D-IE
I know that boy wan' be like me
Uppin' that drum, so the Glock on E
Wake up, count money, then I go to sleep
Repeat that shit every day of the week
Don't pass him the blunt
That boy finna tweak
Might smoke that gas, nigga
Smokin' them trees shut the fuck up
You got no money, not runnin' it up
You wanna talk, but I know you not tough
Not bluffin', then I'm callin' your bluff
We kick in his door, and we takin' his stuff
Might fuck on your ex, I'm showin' her love
We sendin' that boy to the sky, to above
I step on your ass with some mo'fuckin' UGGs
Got all Margiela, Margiela on me
I got a Vet', I might talk on the team
You cannot fuck with me, cannot compete
Shoutout my, blood on my jeans
RIP juice WRLD, got blood on my jeans
Got a new whip, and it don't need a key
If I got a new girl I'll keep it lowkey, yeah
My fit all black when I walk in the party
'cause we just might have to go up it
Drivin' the coupe, I might crash it
'cause I don't give a fuck
At this point I'm just like "Fuck it"
I cannot bring my new Glock
Through the TSA checkpoint
I had to put that in my luggage
My brother keepin' them sticks
He keepin' that drum
In the back, but he don't play percussion
Yeah
Risto, talk to 'em, slime