Jay2smoove - Real Crash Dummy

That nigga said he was hard-bodied, like paper he folded up
I'm in the cut, clutching my Glock when I up it, you better duck
I'm out in public with no worries, y'all niggas pussy as fuck
You would think I'm a janitor, by the way I'ma clean em up
Custodian because I ride with the mopstick
That nigga talking tough, up on the gang and get his talk hit
Lil' bitch, you get your talk split
Talk hot, but you ain't drop shit
Don't call me gang, don't call me twin Lil' bitch, cause you ain't my kin
Calling me twin, but I ain't your identical That shit be crazy, sippin' on this lean
I'm sippin' on this wock it got me lazy
Talking crazy up in the messages I'ma give her a baby
I'm cappin' hard as fuck, just like a demon Lil' bitch, I'ma slay it
Oh-Oh, I'ma slay that bitch
I can't be walking around here with a jit
He said he pushing P like Gunna, I just know that he a snitch
They said the loudest in the room Most likely be the bitch
That's why I'm staying to myself I'm too quiet, I'm too legit
That nigga said he was hard-bodied, like paper he folded up
I'm in the cut, clutching my Glock when I up it, you better duck
I'm out in public with no worries, y'all niggas pussy as fuck
You would think I'm a janitor, by the way I'ma clean em up
Custodian because I ride with the mopstick
That nigga talking tough, up on the gang and get his top hit
Lil' bitch, you get your talk split
Talk hot, but you ain't drop shit
Don't call me gang, don't call me twin Lil' bitch, cause you ain't my kin
7.62 filled to the top, cause you think that shit funny
Selling Z's, me selling bowls, yeah, my truck jump like a bunny
Catch him in traffic, yeah, the chopper eat his body like a gummy
You niggas not hard, y'all stupid, just some real crash dummies
Glock 40, hit a nigga, make a nigga stand in place
I ain't from New York, but this Glock gon' make him Harlem shake
Might as well start calling me Josh, cause a nigga stay with Drac's
Them .556's, ate his body like he on a plate
Wake up in the morning, before I brush my teeth, gotta my Glock
If we don't hit nun, we spinning back to back like we a clock
My niggas masked up, tryna catch a hat like what the fuck
When you hear that door slam, them tires scratch, lil' nigga, you better duck

Written by:
Jeveon Allen

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