Lil Reese, Don Q - Crash lyrics

I smoke at least a zip before I
Before I crash yeah, Don
I smoke at least a zip before I crash
Before I crash yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

I smoke at least a zip before I crash
We pitchin' on the strip like fuck the tax
Runnin' up them things my only task
Gotta lease them for my kids before I pass
Got a 9 year old that depend on her dad
Pulled over by patrol
I'm used to gettin' harassed
I'm dolo with that work
Like I don't need a stash
But, I chose to work up off
My clip into my craft

Thеse niggas greedy and envious
That's something I see from еxperience
I gotta compete through appearances
They thinking you weak when you generous
Can't no shit, can't blame with us
We gotta keep FN with us
Shit getting real tricky
We had just got to LA when they killed Nipsey
My body is still chilly
You can spread love and they still envy
Can't trust a soul
So no we ain't never friendly
You know we play with the drugs
Know I ain't feel any, uh
I'm playin' with the drugs
Fuck the fame with the love
Hurricane in the club
I see hate in your blood
I see staines on the glove
Preachers because I got angels above, yeah

I smoke at least a zip before I crash
We pitchin' on the strip like fuck the tax
Runnin' up them things my only task
Gotta lease them for my kids before I pass
Got a 9 year old that depend on her dad
Pulled over by patrol
I'm used to gettin' harassed
I'm dolo with that work
Like I don't need a stash
But, I chose to work up off
My clip into my craft

Everytime when I'm in the hood
12 harassin' my ass i want lots of cash
Ridin' around with the Glock, fuck a stash
12 get on me, high speed they ass
Going fast, na I ain't gon crash
Niggas police, I think they feds
You made your bed, lay in that bed
Niggas talkin' bout they really hate
That's old shit, we ain't going off that
That's some black and white
We got them facts
My nigga, what the fuck is that?
Knowing damb well I can't fuck with a rat
Knowing damb well it don't go like that
When I talk some shit, Imma speak the facts
Niggas out here on the corner with that
I need a lot of money for my daughters
That's facts
Rollin' up a lot of that exotic, back to back
Bitch we just smoke like so many zips
Brought like so many clips
In case a fuck nigga trip

I smoke at least a zip before I crash
We pitchin' on the strip like fuck the tax
Runnin' up them things my only task
Gotta lease them for my kids before I pass
Got a 9 year old that depend on her dad
Pulled over by patrol
I'm used to gettin' harassed
I'm dolo with that work
Like I don't need a stash
But, I chose to work up off
My clip into my craft