Crashouts (Feat. Babychiefdoit & Baby Kia)

(Baow, baow)
(JAYLAP, talk to 'em)
Y'all already know it, it's Ddot man
Bringin' the Hill to the 'Raq
we bringin' the 'Raq to the Hill every trip, man
Slatt, niggas know what the fuck goin' on
Big BabyChief'll do it, man, uh

I get tired of rappin', I ain't gon' lie, I hate this booth (baow-baow)
I hope you know I hate the opps, you fuck with 'em, I hate you too (brrt-brrt-brrt-brrt)
You got more dead friends than you got alive, why the fuck am I hangin' with you?
He was a bitch back in school, now all of a sudden, they think he a dangerous dude (alright)
Nigga cap on live, we push up on 'em, tryna get shit poppin'
They know that's BK, pull up SRT8, jumped out, two fullies rocked 'em (oh)
I don't want the gun, told Chief pass me a hand grenade
Got soldiers killin' off my word, they move around like Santa's slaves

I pass BK the grabba, yeah, he gon' tweak (he tweakin')
Twin a crashout, yeah, but I know he gon' shoot up out the V (baow-baow-baow-baow)
Granny told me she don't like the crashout music, fuck it, I start singin' (fuck it)
We in Atlanta, BK keep shootin' right next to my ear, that shit keep ringin' (ah)

Takin' BK and Dot to the city
Word to my dead, the opps is shitty (word to my-)
Broke as hell, can't show me a fifty (can't show me nothin')
Tell the hoes to show me the titties

Alright, shit, okay (okay), with Chief and Ddot in the club (in the club)
A nigga better not look too long, I didn't get searched, I snuck the slug (alright)
Amiri tag my jeans, pop out, Palm Angels on the Coast
39-deuce, pull up with Q5, back to back, two matchin' boats
Livin' life thinkin' shit sweet, we catch a bitch then make him lay down (make him lay down)
Nigga thought shit was a game, we sent him home, now he can't play now

On Folks, that nigga a goofy (goofy), we shoot him in front of his tootie
Tell Chief that I'm ready to catch me a hat, I'm feelin' like it's Call of Duty
Tell the hoes I'm addicted to sex, like all of these crackers addicted to crack
I ain't gon' lie, yeah, this ho got me mad (got me mad)
'Cause she love Chief and I ain't crack

Uh, cuz done back home, kittin' shit up
That nigga makin' a post about his homie, instead of pickin' him up
If my favourite opposition died, I'm straight diggin' him up
He tried to duck, and his ass got struck
Everybody from that set not gon' be shit, 'cause they not doin' enough
They don't want to have beef with us, nigga, see a opp and I'm squeezin' the nigga
Word to my mother, I was outside as a youngin, they don't compete with a nigga
In the 'Raq and you know I'm a star (Starbandz)
With BabyChief, he ain't never too far (BabyChief)
In the A and they know who we are (who we are)
BK with me, go check on your car

I get tired of rappin', I ain't gon' lie, I hate this booth (baow-baow)
I hope you know I hate the opps, you fuck with 'em, I hate you too (brrt-brrt-brrt)
You got more dead friends than you got alive, why the fuck am I hangin' with you?
He was a bitch back in school, now all of a sudden, they think he a dangerous dude (alright)
Nigga cap on live, we push up on 'em, tryna get shit poppin'
They know that's BK, pull up SRT8, jumped out, two fullies rocked 'em (oh)
I don't want the gun, told Chief pass me a hand grenade
Got soldiers killin' off my word, they move around like Santa's slaves

Man, y'already know the fuckin' vibes, man, it's Ddot, man
We bringin' the 'Raq to the Hill, we bringin' the 'Raq to the A
We bringin' the Hill to the A, we bringin' the 'Raq to the Hill, man
As Faceshot said last time, man, suck my dick
Fuck all the opps
Any nigga that got anything against me, suck my dick, nigga (baow, baow)