Krash - Call It (feat. Oki's Finest & Young Stavo)

Ok now move bitch
Get yo ass to backin
Fore I crack and then I lose it
Never catch me never lackin
In the back I'm on some smooth shit
Yall done got me hype
But man I swear this shit is groovy
Talkin like a steppa
I aint seen you niggas movin
Ooo Its krash draggin through track
Hit the gas blowin out the frame
Ion live fast I be cruisin
Ooo yea Ion just been rappin
Ride the wave and I'm the captain
Boy keep actin like im cappin
Til I do it
This a movie
Tommy cruise shit
Niggas said impossible
Thats how I had to prove it
Dodgin obstacles
Im steppin check the shoes bitch
Popped and now its probable
I got em feelin stupid

Ooo wee
Yall can call it hype
But imma tell em this groovy
Got me feelin like I'm really Michael
How I'm movin
Yall can call it hype
But imma say this shit groovy
Yall can call it hype
Whoa

Its Cayne Show nigga
Got the hoes on my nuts
And I like em all
But I'm never chosen on one
They love a nigga
They be at the shows in the front
And my car not the club
They never roll in the front
My bitch love how a nigga
Be savin bread
Count it up safe the stash then we
Lay in the bed
You could probably hit
But she wont give a beta head
And she screamin fuck 12
She'll never date a fed
If it's me or you
I bet she'll date me probably
Lets bet a brick that it's me
If she name somebody
If I get snitched on I won't blame nobody
But my brother gon aim the shotty
Probably shank somebody
While yall worried bout me
I be hoppin in planes
Nigga bank account look like
Monopoly mane
Nigga look when I was 3
I was rockin some chains
Yall was wearing baby diapers
Gettin potty trained
What

Ooo wee
Yall can call it hype
But imma tell em this groovy
Got me feelin like I'm really Michael
How I'm movin
Yall can call it hype
But imma say this shit groovy
Yall can call it hype
Whoa

Bitch I call it like a mother fuckin play
If a nigga want some smoke
We gon torch his fuckin face
I be runnin up the racks
Just to make it outta state
If you see me on a track know
Im bringin all the weight
I been gone too long
Man im sorry for the wait
While they sleepin on me
I feel like it's everyday
Shawty say she want me
But we never gonna date
Forgiato rims and I
Put em on the Wraith
Mayme like a beam
And I spend it on an eighth
Star player on the team
Like I'm back in 88
Got 4 bitches and
I make a nigga nap
Sent ya shorty to the store
Its ya money that she spent
Fuckin on a thot she belongs to the team
Had her suckin cock in the back of the V
She wanna link later
I'm not thinkin we should meet
I told her just to call me
And I'll text her next week

Ooo wee
Yall can call it hype
But imma tell em this groovy
Got me feelin like I'm really Michael
How I'm movin
Yall can call it hype
But imma say this shit groovy
Yall can call it hype
Whoa

Written by:
Michael Anthony

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