C.R.A.S.H.

By Whyandotte

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[Bridge]

Feels so good, feels so right

Love to see a haters face as I pull up on him at a light

That Lambo cool and all, that Ferrari fine

But this shit right here, hold up


[Verse 1]

Ball on ‘em, I ball on ‘em, like 10 ft fucking tall on ‘em

He tried to run his mouth, but first you gotta crawl on ‘em

Oh you like his car? You like is Porsche?

Well one look inside my garage lil’ momma, you probably would of seen God, now is that


[Hook]

A ’92 green Sabre, with the all-white interior

All others inferior, everything superior

Little nigga be serious, 15’s in my back seat

How the hell am I hearing ya? How the hell am I hearing ya?


[Verse 1 cont.]

Don’t fuck up the paint job, Shawty Lo

They don’t even make this thing no more, they don’t even make this shade no more

Lucky I got extra cans up at my crash spot

Tied down like an ascot, is what yo ass got, sitting in my


[Hook]

A ’92 green Sabre, with the all-white interior

All others inferior, everything superior

Little nigga be serious, 15’s in my back seat

How the hell am I hearing ya? How the hell am I hearing ya?


[Verse 2]

Yeah, bad bitch, ain’t she pretty?

Damn near drives herself, ain’t she witty, ain’t she clever?

Gold knobs, she chromed out, make yo bitch a little sticky

But yeah, my bitch a stick shift so driving her’s a little tricky

Listen nigga, I’m street smart, never payed for my lesson

500k for my new whip, small price for perfection

That shit, that shit, that shit, that shit, that shit could of put my kid through college

Man fuck that nigga, I don’t give a fuck about him, homie eats Hot Pockets and Top Ramen

Ugly ass muthafucker


[Bridge]

Feels so good, feels so right

Love to see a haters face as I pull up on him at a light

That Lambo cool my nigga, that Ferrari fine

But this shit right here, this shit divine


[Verse 2 cont.]

It’s all my cause I payed for it

It’s all my cause I was made for it

Wasted my time, stayed on my grind, so gotdamn I’ma slave for it

But I don’t really mind, have you seen my ride? I’m sitting in my


[Hook]

’92 green Sabre, with the all-white interior

All others inferior, everything superior

Little nigga be serious, 15’s in my back seat

How the hell am I hearing ya? How the hell am I hearing ya?

[Bridge 2] x 3

Bad bitch, bad bitch, ain’t she pretty, ain’t she pretty?


[Outro: Sean Rose]

From the Silver state but I want gold like my necklace

Don’t know why they try to test us, wait a second, you ain’t know?

Dumb shit, we bout that, slamming doors, we bout that

Bank rolls, we bout that, we bout that, we bout that

Now, go ape shit, go ape shit, go ape shit

Go ape shit, go ape shit, go ape shit

Go ape shit, go ape shit, go ape shit

Go ape shit, go ape shit, go ape shit