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Sherwood Marty - Crash Out (feat. Sherwood Flame) lyrics

Artist: Sherwood Marty

album: Young & Reckless


Drum Dummie made the beat and they gon kill it
You got your pistol I got mine
Finna go on and exercise it
Imma chase him down with this nine
My first mission won't leave my mind
Niggas fakin' see through the lies
Cut him off when I see the sign
Put a bullet up in his mind
Won't get the chance to use that iron
He don't want it
Man my niggas hungry
Bitch it's time to eat
Hit your block with a black mask
And have you running down the street
My lil homie catch bodies from Kansas
Put them on his feet
Won't beef over hoes unless he disrespect me about his freak
Momma pray for me
Prison ain't the place for me
But I gotta keep that iron
Cuz my shine they want to take from me
They ain't on that block then I'm gon bring it to the place he sleep
I do murder for hire
Call Uber kill the agency
You know I keep that fire
So a nigga ain't gon play with me
Even if I ain't got it
Real niggas gon relate to me
Pussy nigga keep running his mouth Imma disable him
Somebody bout to die
Im gonna send him straight to sleep (Peezy)
Before I go to sleep I tell my momma pray for me
I got to keep that heat cause I'm knee deep up in these streets
I can't deal with disrespect
Man these niggas got to see
We gon ride by where they at all week on a creep
Man a nigga tryna kill something, crash out, catch a body
Pull up where they at show them that we violent
Kill something (murder), crash out (yeah), catch a body
Pull up, pull up with them fifty's boy don't play about it
First time a nigga play he better set examples
Nigga really with the shit, ask your favorite rapper
Nigga been getting rich, ask your favorite trapper
How we gon eat if we really listening to the pastor
They be letting niggas slide
Every cross you better ride
Go make that nigga die
Shoot his ass nine times
Better shoot him in his eyes while he peeking out the blinds
In the streets there ain't no rules (ain't no rules)
It get real in a second so you better keep a tool (keep it on you)
It get rough in Baton Rouge (in Baton Rouge)
We know the shit we do so we gon take this bitch to school
Nigga we ain't tryna lose (tryna lose)
That boy go against us we gon put him on the news
You know niggas act a fool
Imma show them how to get it and they go on with they move
Before I go to sleep I tell my momma pray for me
I got to keep that heat cause I'm knee deep up in these streets
I can't deal with disrespect
Man these niggas got to see
We gon ride by where they at all week on a creep
Man a nigga tryna kill something, crash out, catch a body
Pull up where they at show them that we violent
Kill something (murder), crash out (yeah), catch a body
Pull up, pull up with them fifty's boy don't play about it
Just like male cheerleaders nigga tryna catch a body
Jackin' used to be my hobby
Jacket on me that's Versace
One already in the head
Bullets come out if you cock it
Pistols spark for acting cocky
Beams on him then the bullets follow just like paparazzi
Automatic try to dodge it
It's going to be hard just like a Floyd fight when he boxing
All my cells detoxing
These niggas want to be like me
See through just like diamonds
Get checked just like Nike's
Fist bite just like Tyson
Gun shots if I'm frightened
Ride dirty with no license
Artillery like ISIS
Got all the drugs and the right prices
On the run when I hear sirens
I'm in the field like Matt Ryan
He ain't in the field he bench ridin'
My youngest homie been sly
Forty got the punch I ain't talking wine
You a big pussy just like a lion
I'm in the water just like a pirate
Metal green just like a Irish
Got two names like Miley Cyrus
Going up like I'm rock climbing
More cutters than Billie Eilish
Before I go to sleep I tell my momma pray for me
I got to keep that heat cause I'm knee deep in the streets
I can't deal with disrespect
Man these niggas got to see
We gon ride by where they at all week on a creep
Man a nigga tryna kill something, crash out, catch a body
Pull up where they at show them that we violent
Kill something (murder), crash out (yeah), catch a body
Pull up, pull up with them fifty's boy don't play about it

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