Crash Out Boyz

(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 fuckin' 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