lirik lagu omb peezy & sherwood marty - crash out
[verse 1: omb peezy]
you got your pistol, i got mine, finna go on and exercise ’em
i’ma chase ’em down with this nine, my first mission won’t leave my mind
n-ggas fake, i see through the lies, cut ’em off when i see the signs
put a bullet up in his mind, won’t get the chance to use that iron
you don’t want it, me and my n-ggas hungry, b-tch it’s time to eat
hit your block with a black mask and have you runnin’ down the street
my lil homie catch bodies from [?], put him on his feet
won’t beef over hoes unless he disrespect me ’bout his freak
mama pray for me, prison ain’t the place for me
but i gotta keep that iron
’cause my shine they wanna take from me
banging on that block then i’ma bring it to the place he sleep
i do murder for hire, call uber k!ll the agency
know i keep that fire, so a n-gga ain’t gon’ play with me
even if i ain’t got it, real n-ggas gon’ relate to me
p-ssy n-gga keep running his mouth i’ma disable him
somebody bout to die, i’m finna send him straight to sleep
[chorus: sherwood marty & omb peezy]
before i go to sleep i tell my mama pray for me
i gotta keep the heat ’cause i’m knee deep up in these streets
i can’t deal with disrespect, man these n-ggas gotta see
we gon’ ride ’bout where they at, all week on the creep
man a n-gga tryna k!ll somethin’, crash out, catch a body
pull up where they at, show ’em that we violent
k!ll somethin’, crash out, catch a body
pull up, pull up with them fifties, we don’t play about it
[verse 2: sherwood marty]
first time a n-gga play you better set examples
n-gga really with the sh-t, ask your favorite rapper
n-gga been getting rich, ask your favorite trapper
how we gon’ eat, if we really listen to the pastor?
they be lettin’ n-ggas slide
if he cross you better ride, go make that n-gga die
shoot his -ss nine times
better shoot him in his eyes while he peeking out the blinds
in the streets it ain’t no rules
it get real in a second so you better keep a tool
it get rough in baton rouge
we know the sh-t we do so we gon’ take that b-tch to school
n-gga we ain’t tryna lose
ever go against us, we gon’ put him on the news
me and my n-ggas act a fool
i’ma show ’em how to get it and they goin’ with they move
[chorus: sherwood marty & omb peezy]
before i go to sleep i tell my mama pray for me
i gotta keep the heat ’cause i’m knee deep up in these streets
i can’t deal with disrespect, man these n-ggas gotta see
we gon’ ride ’bout where they at, all week on the creep
man a n-gga tryna k!ll somethin’, crash out, catch a body
pull up where they at, show ’em that we violent
k!ll somethin’, crash out, catch a body
pull up, pull up with them fifties, we don’t play about it
[verse 3: sherwood flame]
just like male cheerleaders, n-gga 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 c-cky
pistols spark for acting c-cky
beams on ’em then the bullets fire, look just like paparazzi
automatic, try to dodge it
it’s gon’ be hard just like a floyd fight, when he boxin’
all my cells detox, these n-ggas want be like me
see through just like diamonds, get checked just like nike’s
b-tch bite just like tyson, gunshots if i’m fightin’
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 riding
my younger homie been slidin’
forty got the punch, i ain’t talkin’ hawaiian
you a big p-ssy just like a lion
i’m in the water just like a pirate
love the green just like an [?]
got two names like miley cyrus
goin’ up like i’m rock climbing
more cutters than bin laden
[chorus: sherwood marty & omb peezy]
before i go to sleep i tell my mama pray for me
i gotta keep the heat ’cause i’m knee deep up in these streets
i can’t deal with disrespect, man these n-ggas gotta see
we gon’ ride ’bout where they at, all week on the creep
man a n-gga tryna k!ll somethin’, crash out, catch a body
pull up where they at, show ’em that we violent
k!ll somethin’, crash out, catch a body
pull up, pull up with them fifties, we don’t play about it
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