Bandz Da Breash - Crushin'

Fuck the pleasantries, let get right to it
I told shorty bounce she not my therapy she my boo it’s
Not cause i don't care, messy me, gave into it
She not bae, no my amenity’s endurant
AP new watch straight busting
For the bread lift off we hunting
We ball they running pissed off
We coming. Glock pour
He ducking I call she fucking
Trap strong shit crushing
My long dick havoc
Let yo bitch have it
Get back to the cabbage
Need Rollies need Pateks
I’m on it she ecstatic
Bread in my pocket I’m lit
Grew up around savages
So I love a grip
These hoes too average
I can’t love a bitch
But a woman I can get inside
And make her bubble quick
That’s assuming she my fucking Type
She might just get the dick
I’m alluding to da cheddar when I say I gotta dip
Yea I’m doing lil better when I tell you I’m the shit
They Getting one, two redder when I show up looking rich
Get up why you crying you look like a foolie
You getting suckered nigga, need to get you a toolie
If you got more problems, on that, get a bag
And if you want get more then you change where you at
The sauce is apparent you simply trash
But that don’t mean you can’t put that in the past
Some niggas think they got it, who gave them gas
Think bout it you wan catch up it’s in the pass
Nigga I’m up slowpoke
1,200 for the feet’s
And I’m about to spend a band on the coat
No joke, spend a grip on my fit
Bitches look at me quick
Asking do I wan smoke
Ready let’s go, I ain’t sleeping I’m woke.
I look like I’m dripping water on the snow
She slippery wet, got the mop on the pole
You a square, downhill you are not a roll
I don't care I’m still on the top of your Hoe
Getting top on the road, cannot fold up my knots, got a lock on a goal
Go to my spot Take your clothes off or not,
We gon rock we gon roll, I be like
Fuck the pleasantries, let get right to it
I told shorty bounce she not my therapy she my boo it’s
Not cause I don't care, messy me, gave into it
She not bae, no my amenity’s endurant
AP new watch straight busting
For the bread lift off we hunting
We ball they running pissed off
We coming. Glock pour
He ducking I call she fucking
Trap strong shit crushing
I’m the trap , coolan
Stop trying my niggas, I’m shooting
I don’t wanna talk bout what I’m doing
Popping off is less time consuming
Nigga's too high is what I’m assuming
Stop, beat him down then I’m resuming
Getting bags getting breash, trap booming
I just been getting bags getting breash, popping tags off the leash
Spend a band on my feet’s
Need a hand I like sheesh
You never had shit for me
I’ma processor, large stepper, don’t wanna take niggas apart Cept for some shoulda thought better,
Way I’m pouring shots i am a bartender, 45 caliber shots they are far wetter
If he spit crap
I don't diss back
Make a hit track
When I hit back
Ima Big gllt
I got Big Drip
Hit her wit Dis
I Gotta big dick
I get lit fast
And I switch tracks
And get a bitch whacked
And that Big facts
Ion kiss ass
So the bitch mad
But she love me more when I’m in my bag
One more time for the niggas in the back going crazy saying Ion get shaking
Talk a lil crazy when I’m in ya face wit it if you got the power mother fucker I am gon take it
I am not trusting, unprepared, or a dumb nigga. I always gotta change locations
You can talk about it everyday
It doesn’t bother niggas
But when I catch you lacking
No I am not waiting. I be like
Fuck the pleasantries, let get right to it
I told shorty bounce she not my therapy she my boo it’s
Not cause i don't care, messy me, gave into it
She not bae, no my amenity’s endurant
AP new watch straight busting
For the bread lift off we hunting
We ball they running pissed off
We coming. Glock pour
He ducking I call she fucking
Trap strong shit crushing

Written by:
Damann Bogle

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