Crash Dummy

Hold on, aye (Bow-bow-bow-bow)

(Cio)

Hold on, gang, gang, hold on, hold on

Gang (Bow-bow-bow-bow)

Aye, hold on, aye, aye, hold on, gang

(Hold on, hold on)

I swear to God I ain't never had luck (At all)

Feelin' like Pac how we hittin' **** up

And we in the four with them sticks in the truck (Bow-bow-bow-bow)

Talkin' 'bout beef, and he blitzin' or what?

Chanels on my sneaks, is he crippin' or what? (Is he crippin')

She say she like when I grip on her butt

Play with us you gon' die, we be trippin' for nothin' (Damn)

Bust down the Rollie, a two tone (Two tone)

She a thot, I'ma pop with my shoes on (Shoes on)

It be feelin' so right when I do wrong (Do wrong)

**** sleepin' on Quin, tell them snooze on

I been trappin' too hard got a new phone

'Cause I ain't got time for the feds **** (At all)

**** play with that gang he a dead ****

Have him holdin' his heart like the pledge **** (Aye)

Send a whole lot of shots we gon' slide like a Visa (Bow-bow)

Foreign my bitch, we both got us a beamer (Skrrt)

And these **** flock, tryna cop my demeanor

Try to run in the trap and get wrapped like fajitas (Brrt)

We got a whole lot of shots of tequila

Playin' with a whole lot of racks, Serena

She know I'm rich she pick up when I need her

Rockin' Dior but the Prada look cleaner

I been on guala since I was a toddler

Refuse to step out unless I'm rockin' designer (I'm on it)

She wanna fuck 'cause she know I'm a problem

I came out the four and I'm strapped with the chopper (Brrt)

Tvo be tryna shoot at ****'s mommas

We gon' take it far if you start up that drama (Bow-bow-bow-bow)

Came from the block, I was deep with my partners

Now we in LA tryna eat on some pasta

We uppin' the shots, he gon' need him a doctor

Tvo throwin' G's with some G's on his collar

I'm tired of the ratchets I need me a rider

Got a whole lot of cheese, need the whole enchilada

He made a diss but ain't go with his morgue

Heard he dropped the bag, come and get it approved

'Cause he want some beef, it's gon' end on the news

I be rollin' up Runtz to go land on the moon

I'm gone (Gang)

(Hold on, hold on, hold on)

I swear to God I ain't never had luck (At all)

Feelin' like Pac how we hittin' **** up (Bop-bop)

And we in the four with them sticks in the truck (Brrt)

Talkin' 'bout beef, and he blitzin' or what? (Is he on?)

Chanels on my sneaks, is he crippin' or what? (We on)

She say she like when I grip on her butt

Play with us you gon' die, we be trippin' for nothin' (Bow-bow-bow)

Bust down the Rollie, a two tone

She a thot, I'ma pop with my shoes on

It be feelin' so right when I do wrong (Do wrong)

**** sleepin' on Quin, tell them snooze on (We on)

I been trappin' too hard got a new phone

'Cause I ain't got time for the feds ****

**** play with that gang he a dead **** (Bow-bow-bow)

Have him holdin' his heart like the pledge ****, damn

Hold on, hold on, oh, oh

Ridin' around town (Uh)

Playin' around with us (Uh, damn)

Fucking around with us, you can get popped, shot

I'm Chris Brown, **** play around we gon' hunt him down

I'm in the four, tryna (Uh) hold on