Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crash Dummy, artist - SHORELINE MAFIA. Album song Mafia Bidness, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Crash Dummy |
Ayy, Rob |
I think the feds is listenin' |
Ayy (Shh, ayy) |
Ooh |
Nigga, I’m so fly, I flew |
Hold on, let me turn it up |
If you ain’t know me, time to meet me one on one, ayy (Bitch) |
My name is Rob (Ayy) |
They kinda call me Rob because I rob (Gang) |
I treat my family like the mob and I ain’t never had a job |
I swear to God (Ooh) |
If one of you pussy niggas run up wrong |
I be the reason why your homie R.I.P. |
you in a song |
Fuck nigga |
How much in my pocket? |
Like ten (Ayy) |
I’ma fuck this money up and run it right up again |
I don’t care, niggas tryna do what I did |
And all the pocket-watching bitches be like, «Rob, where you been?» |
Ayy, ayy, Glock 45 make the job easy (Job easy) |
You don’t want it with the gang, we all greasy, ayy (We all greasy) |
Fuck a baby gun, nigga, all my chops beef (All my chops beef) |
I’ma take some, nigga, all my opps peacin' (Ayy) |
Touch me, you must be a crash dummy, ayy |
I can get a nigga whacked for cash money (Ayy) |
Nigga, you must be a crash dummy, ayy |
And all a nigga know is cash money, ayy |
Pull up on a nigga, make a nigga hit his two-step |
Hood-hoppin' nigga, every week you with a new set |
If we ain’t gettin' money, then it’s fuck 'em (Fuck 'em) |
They say, «Lil' Robby goin' nuts,» bitch, suck 'em (Ayy) |
Niggas say it’s up, so we gang slide and bust 'em |
I ain’t switchin' up, bitch, it’s Bayline or nothin' (Ooh) |
These fuck niggas can’t see me |
Don’t watch me, lil' baby, watch TV |
Fuck 12, nigga, |
free 03 |
(What?) |
On the run right now, I gotta be lowkey (Skrrt) |
Stole my killer out, he probably on speed (He probably on speed) |
Hit the floor, it probably make your nose bleed (Make your nose bleed) |
I’ll chop a nigga up like Gross Beat, ayy |
I’ll chop a nigga up, gross beat (Leggo) |
Ayy, ayy, Glock 45 make the job easy (Job easy) |
You don’t want it with the gang, we all greasy, ayy |
Fuck a baby gun, nigga, all my chops beef (All my chops beef) |
I’ma take some, nigga, all my opps peacin' (Ayy) |
Touch me, you must be a crash dummy, ayy (Swerve) |
I can get a nigga whacked for cash money (Ayy) |
Nigga, you must be a crash dummy, ayy |
And all a nigga know is cash money, ayy |
Ayy, ayy |
Ayy, Rob (What?) |
I think the feds is listenin' |
(Ayy) |
Gang |