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letra de crash music - realrichizzo & 392 lil head

[intro: realrichizzo]
detectives on the scene here tonight placing down markers for what looks to be at least a dozen sh-ll cases (uh-huh)
somethin’ be wrong, n-gga
free the belts, free the belts
n-ggas can’t f-ck with no cap
bum-ass boy
(nemii, this b-tch r-t-rded)
uh-huh

[verse 1: realrichizzo]
don’t talk no money with me, boy, i’m rich (don’t do it, no)
n-gga you broke, you put on everybody’s chains to take a pic’ (n-gga, you a bum)
you grew up the scam man (bye), i was out here takin’ hits (uh-huh)
twan dead, i tried to face that n-gga, boom, but i missed (missed)
he yellin’, “no,” i was screamin’, “uh-huh” when he got hit
the same day javar got popped, jizzle died inside the whip (n-gga)
cole dead (yeah), pay dead (yeah), thought lonnie died, but he got hit
db died inside the bushes (uh-huh), e died about the kit (n-gga)
crash music, jump in the strike, turn me up and crash to it
chop’ already got a body, i’m just tryna add to it (brrt)
was finna roll skinny up, but i’ma let my mans do it (ha, ha)
they thought four n-ggas was at the drop, it was me and head shootin’
we on the exercise bike, he can’t walk, yeah, that’s demon (crashin’)
can’t take our ride to houston and move to houston, he never in the 6 (boy)
stacks got slammed and stuffed out, tryna act like he get busy (that n-gga a b-tch)
boy got shot all in his mouth, that’s what he get for all that dissin’ (ah-ha)
[verse 2: 392 lil head]
do your research, we ain’t shootin’, know you heard of racks leer (get your drive)
tried to act like we ain’t beefin’, got left on the steering wheel (haha)
that’s that n-gga dang daddy, he know how that hot sh-t feel (yeah)
tried to troll, when key got locked, they thought he died, but that ain’t real (free key)
when me and key jumped off the porch, man, our opps ain’t stand a chance
man, i wear two pair of drawers ’cause drake got shot up out his pants (drake)
db got spanked in the bushes tryna hide from our mans
that n-gga bored, he got spanked too for tryna ride in the van
don’t come around me yellin’, “skeet,” we still put dyk-s on the tee (skeet, what? woo)
heard it’s ten k on my head, i spent twelve k on my t–th (what?)
they know head live in a mansion, i still come out when it’s beef (get burned)
we ain’t smoked that n-gga pay, still gettin’ rolled up in the leaf (yeah)
nuskie got a head tapped, cook got spanked ’cause he a clown (uh-huh)
that n-gga tj had went live, we made him get down on the ground (get on the ground)
shred gang moaned a lil’ zesty, made him move on out of town (yeah)
them inkster lames get face shots, they know we still runnin’ the town, n-gga (b-tch)

[outro: 392 lil head & realrichizzo]
yeah, know we still runnin’ the town (big time)
we know your kids live in that crib, they bet’ not come outside on my lawn, n-gga (at all)
yeah, yeah, ha, belt gang (uh-huh)

- realrichizzo 392 lil head

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