Crash Dummy Muzik

VERSE 1 (Nauti)

I be like

Stupid

I got the shhh no cupid

Evils talk slick get shh

I boost it

Bitches don’t stand for shit

Straight useless

Ma ****

That’s crash dummies at it’s finest

They the reason why da popo

Might find us

See how they did the dillas

Who brought hood the figures

They lurking so stay on the blinds cuz

Even if they got that guap

Can’t trust em

F*ck em, neck straight bussn

Whether they cop ma shit or not

No slummin my great great zoe

Ain’t slave for nothing

My mumma a queen

Turned nothing to somthn

Pressure makes diamonds

Love in abundance

Bare feet on this earth

Whilst counting dem hunnits

Oooo bih that right

I’m pimp on DMT

Tryna get my limp on with my queen

Whole fit starched and the bih steamed

Shawty this is life

Not a fucking dream

Ya ain’t got shit

Ya ain’t got cream

2022 or 1683

Ain’t shit changed

I don’t need a degree to know this a game

And ain’t shit free

Ma f*ckers it’s simple

I take wires, eftpos and notes that’s crinkled

Seasonally stack that shit like pringles

This ain’t no tik tok jingle

Hood certified baby this a hit single

Trap ain’t dry & Ting wan mingle

Thot as friend on side like me too

When you kick game every play be see through

VERSE 2 (Duke Deuce)

Yeah man its the motha f*cking

Crunk star in this b*tch mayn

From Memphis to New Zealand man

We stampin shit

Y’all know what the f*ck goin on b*tch

Where bout know where I come from boy

Yeah

Making easy money

Pimp him, lock him in the trunk

Shake him up, hit a speed bump

Boom

Crack it up ****

Let the G shit thump

My hood

I’m the man

Throw it up

Gangland

Catch a body

Hell yeah

When it come to telling

Thats some shit we don’t understand

Rubies on me, didn’t make it to stutter

Green peas, talking bread and butter

Twin glocks, finger f*ck on the gella

Pele, pele Im on two tone leather

Everything heavy mettttta

Gun smoke

Shit is light as a feather

Flow so sick like I’m under the weather

TRM matching in the peda

Pull in his ass

Make him think fast

Two on the dash

Chasing white mash

Schooling **** like a hall pass

We ain’t pussy ****

We ain’t fearing no man

VERSE 3 (Nauti)

Life’s ya bitch if ya product gon crank

Fuck all da chit chat do ya got bank?

Got food for my brotha that’s lank?

Set up shop young buck shabbarank

Call the shots in my cortez tank

Fuck Babylon bitch I put my faith in ankh

Is you pure lemme see if that raw be stamped?

Fuck the help

Yeah bitch I got me to thank!

Top shotta babylon don dada

Adi 3 stripes

I don’t rock no prada

Cause I roll my dice

Risk all for the dollar

From the yard to the block

All the fiends done holla

Who dat rude boy grinning with the

Off white color ain’t black nor white

Militant bop blood move with honor

No fucks given hood hot like sauna

Killers act cool for the drop then drummer

Cat and mouse 12 looking for the runners

Been like dat straight summer to summer

Trust no bitch streets don’t do lovers