CRASH DUMMY Lyrics by DC THE DON
This life shit a bitch, I know I made her blush
I walk in the studio, in a rush
I’m fuckin’ on karma, switchin’ up my luck (Yeah)
My boy finna slime you out, we in the cut
Don’t text me no paragraphs, I’m in the mix
I’m still pushin’ P, I’m blowin’ through the blitz
I feel like SahBabii, pull up with a stick (Yeah)
I’ve been in that mode, crash dummy (Yeah)
Suicide doors, keep the bag runnin’ (Yeah)
Tell me what you want, all cash, hunnid
Ridin’ ’round with a bitch, that never had nothin’ (Yeah)
Would you stick around if I ain’t have money?
Girl, you bad, I might fuck around and splurge on it (Yeah)
When we back inside the city, bring them birds out
Flyin’ ’round this bitch, with the fur on it (Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up)
Number one, number one, yeah, the uno
My bitch tried to kick me out, she know judo
I still see the future bitch, I went to Pluto
Bitch, I’m a big dog, I feel like Pluto
My boy finna slime you out, so don’t get too close
Fuck me, a bad bitch, told her, “Kudo”
I woke up, I’m filthy rich, so I got two doors
Just look at my neck and wrist, really timeless
Look at my neck and wrist, I’m really timeless
Pull up with a 10-out-of-10, they like, “Damn, where you find it?”
Shit, like, I don’t even know, I was rollin’ off a bean to be honest
Huh, I told her she the one, and I’m lyin’, but it fuck with my conscious
This life shit a bitch, I know I made her blush
I walk in the studio, in a rush
I’m fuckin’ on karma, switchin’ up my luck (Yeah)
My boy finna slime you out, we in the cut
Don’t text me no paragraphs, I’m in the mix
I’m still pushin’ P, I’m blowin’ through the blitz
I feel like SahBabii, pull up with a stick (Yeah)
I’ve been in that mode, crash dummy (Yeah)
Suicide doors, keep the bag runnin’ (Yeah)
Tell me what you want, all cash, hunnid
Ridin’ ’round with a bitch, that never had nothin’ (Yeah)
Would you stick around if I ain’t have money?
Girl, you bad, I might fuck around and splurge on it (Yeah)
When we back inside the city, bring them birds out
Flyin’ ’round this bitch, with the fur on it
Sir, Mr Cap-A-Lot, pseudoscientist
You’ve never seen the block you post online with (Yeah)
I’m really from the bottom, had to climb it
I’m really at the top, it took some time, shit (Yeah)
Pop me a G6 with my fine shit
Shades in the club, leanin’ on my blind shit
You’ve seen my eyes roll behind my eyelids
You’ve seen the stars in the sky, I aligned it (Yeah)
Just look at my neck and wrist, really timeless
Look at my neck and wrist, I’m really timeless (Woo)
Pull up with a 10-out-of-10, they like, “Damn, where you find it?” (Woo)
Shit, like, I don’t even know, I was rollin’ off a bean to be honest (Woo)
Huh, I told her she the one, and I’m lyin’, but it fuck with my conscious (Yeah)
This life shit a bitch, I know I made her blush (Yeah)
I walk in the studio, in a rush
I’m fuckin’ on karma, switchin’ up my luck (Yeah)
My boy finna slime you out, we in the cut
Don’t text me no paragraphs, I’m in the mix (Yeah)
I’m still pushin’ P, I’m blowin’ through the blitz
I feel like SahBabii, pull up with a stick
I’ve been in that mode, crash dummy (Yeah)
Suicide doors, keep the bag runnin’ (Yeah)
Tell me what you want, all cash, hunnid
Ridin’ ’round with a bitch, that never had nothin’ (Yeah)
Would you stick around if I ain’t have money?
Girl, you bad, I might fuck around and splurge on it (Yeah)
When we back inside the city, bring them birds out (Yeah)
Flyin’ ’round this bitch, with the fur on it