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(Thank you, Timmy boy) I just showed the bitch a Micro Drizzy Drac', she like, "Where Drizzy?" I drink lean and Percocets and Xanax bars, forgot my kidneys I'm a zombie walkin' crash-out boy for real, I'm startin' to hate rap Why the fuck you think the nigga ain't diss back? He got his face cracked Shooters puttin' BTA, I called him, "What's the ETA?" FaceTime the route on 95, they doin' 360 kmh (Crash-out boys) Load the vehicle up with choppas like a tank, that's how we ride I keep two shooters in the back, one on my hip, that's how we slide High class pimpin' Pushin' P-P, tried to wrestle me now he back to pushin' beef, a piеce-skie, thirty shots don't test mе I put switches on my Glocks, you got the drop? I put the dot on 'em Please don't ask me about a opp, I don't even know, I got a lot of them Rick-y jeans, denim fabric, Denim Tears I just got used Saint Laurent, Balenci on my underwear Bipper of the year, don't rate me underatted; underground? I ain't even get the spotlight yet, when I do it's goin' down (Crash-out business) Crashin' out with all my crash-outs I ain-I ain't know, nigga I just act out Clean wock, no Tris', I'm 'bout to pass out OD, oh gang that was a sad route Get the back-end, cash it in, spin back around Rest in peace to little Jeff, that blood a hound Letras de cancionesFour deep, four sticks, four pounds XD, Draco, [?] I just showed the bitch a Micro Drizzy Drac', she like, "Where Drizzy?" I drink lean and Percocets and Xanax bars, forgot my kidneys I'm a zombie walkin' crash-out boy for real, I'm startin' to hate rap Why the fuck you think the nigga ain't diss back? He got his face cracked From Letras Mania