Letras
Crash out, crash out, crash out, crash out
Crash out, crash out, crash out
Beating on my chest just like I'm King Kong
Bad bitch pull up, and she touching on a nigga ding dong
Treat her just like doors, oh yeah we ditched her, playing ding dong
Thought it was my dick, it was the mag, I know that thing long
556 gon do my dance, it love to hit the folks
All my horses and my men, can't fix that boy he turned to yolk
Fuck yo box I want that throat, I'm gon make this lil hoe choke
Bitch rise we never run, we kick that bitch right down the slope
Got more blessings than the Pope
Know my rights, King Zane gone tote
Boy thought his ass was Trunks, my androids fucked up his whole hope
Slimey shit, we took his hoe
Flawda boy, I feel like Kodak, nigga lemme drive the boat
If we sending out a blitz we get em all, can't up the score
I take uppers when I'm down, don't take downers when I'm up
Yo bitch she keep coming round, cuz my crew keep having fun
Just cuz King Zane works in sound, don't mean I don't keep a gun (buh!)
Shh, bitch don't make a sound, if we catch you, you can't run!
Oh she thinking she some hot shit
She got pretty nails, but take yo hands right out my pockets
Bitch I raise my standards, how the hell yo bitch ass dropped it?
Shit was like $500, but I want it so I copped it
Watch out, bitch I'm popping
Crash out, crash out, crash out, crash out
Crash out, crash out, crash out