CRASH (feat. HUNKHO)

Game, say they sliding but they ain't real We be all up in that shit, so how we don't got rank Last nigga spoke on gang, had Caught one to the face Pointin' him out just like a pencil, get his ass erased They like, Marty, boy, you back Kel Solid ain't no rat Why the goofies sayin' that All the rumors, that shit cap Laugh at him He gon' try to run, told Terry flag at him Lil' bro hoppin' out on feet, cause he always got masks with him Better ask about that last nigga left in the grass, nigga Trained Tone, if you see a opp, get on his ass, nigga Get on that nigga ass when he come out that door Niggas talkin' reckless, guess ass forgot we up on score nigga I'll flash it out in public I ain't never been no hoe Wanna beef till he deceased and have him restin' with his bro Why they wanna be the gang They ain't puttin' work with us We gotta put somethin' on the shirt to ever step across this turf, nigga It's a real deal, demons on this side We do homicides Have them mamas crying We the ones who causin' wreck inside the city I be everywhere, so tell them bitches come and get away, nigga OG know where they be at I might slide and get him hit Booda he let me use his switch He think I fucked a friend, she told her brother she might get him killed Mama asked me, can I chill Mama, I been offed some pills I swear he got overkill We got guns just don't pose If ain't spot, ain't shipper clothes My new bitch f*ck like a ghost, she f*ck me fast when I go slow She say yes when I say no, I say set up its a ghost That's what these bands do She won't f*ck with me, its too late, let my man's through Yeah they be saying what they say but we all know the truth That you a rat, and it'll always be a bitch to you Hot out and blick at dude Make the list and take it like he knew his stretch Like bitch you know he gone Pussy Shouldn't have made a song Nah he can't make a song We slide with them switches on I ain't saying that he didn't make a song He can't make a song He can't make a song