OMB Peezy
Crash Out
[Verse 1: OMB Peezy]
You got your pistol, I got mine, finna go on and exercise 'em
I'ma chase 'em down with this nine, my first mission won't leave my mind
N***as fake, I see through the lies, cut 'em off when I see the signs
Put a bullet up in his mind, won't get the chance to use that iron
You don't want it, me and my n***as hungry, bitch it's time to eat
Hit your block with a black mask and have you runnin' down the street
My lil homie catch bodies from [?], put him on his feet
Won't beef over hoes unless he disrespect me 'bout his freak
Mama pray for me, prison ain't the place for me
But I gotta keep that iron
'Cause my shine they wanna take from me
Banging on that block then I'ma bring it to the place he sleep
I do murder for hire, call Uber kill the agency
Know I keep that fire, so a n***a ain't gon' play with me
Even if I ain't got it, real n***as gon' relate to me
Pussy n***a keep running his mouth I'ma disable him
Somebody bout to die, I'm finna send him straight to sleep

[Chorus: Sherwood Marty & OMB Peezy]
Before I go to sleep I tell my mama pray for me
I gotta keep the heat 'cause I'm knee deep up in these streets
I can't deal with disrespect, man these n***as gotta see
We gon' ride 'bout where they at, all week on the creep
Man a n***a tryna kill somethin', crash out, catch a body
Pull up where they at, show 'em that we violent
Kill somethin', crash out, catch a body
Pull up, pull up with them fifties, we don't play about it
[Verse 2: Sherwood Marty]
First time a n***a play you better set examples
N***a really with the shit, ask your favorite rapper
N***a been getting rich, ask your favorite trapper
How we gon' eat, if we really listen to the pastor?
They be lettin' n***as slide
If he cross you better ride, go make that n***a die
Shoot his ass nine times
Better shoot him in his eyes while he peeking out the blinds
In the streets it ain't no rules
It get real in a second so you better keep a tool
It get rough in Baton Rouge
We know the shit we do so we gon' take that bitch to school
N***a we ain't tryna lose
Ever go against us, we gon' put him on the news
Me and my n***as act a fool
I'ma show 'em how to get it and they goin' with they move

[Chorus: Sherwood Marty & OMB Peezy]
Before I go to sleep I tell my mama pray for me
I gotta keep the heat 'cause I'm knee deep up in these streets
I can't deal with disrespect, man these n***as gotta see
We gon' ride 'bout where they at, all week on the creep
Man a n***a tryna kill somethin', crash out, catch a body
Pull up where they at, show 'em that we violent
Kill somethin', crash out, catch a body
Pull up, pull up with them fifties, we don't play about it
[Verse 3: Sherwood Flame]
Just like male cheerleaders, n***a tryna catch a body
Jackin' used to be my hobby, jacket on me, that's Versace
One already in the head, bullets come out if you cocky
Pistols spark for acting cocky
Beams on 'em then the bullets fire, look just like paparazzi
Automatic, try to dodge it
It's gon' be hard just like a Floyd fight, when he boxin'
All my cells detox, these n***as want be like me
See through just like diamonds, get checked just like Nike's
Bitch bite just like Tyson, gunshots if I'm fightin'
Ride dirty with no license, artillery like ISIS
Got all the drugs and the right prices
On the run when I hear sirens
I'm in the field like Matt Ryan
He ain't in the field, he bench riding
My younger homie been slidin'
Forty got the punch, I ain't talkin' Hawaiian
You a big pussy just like a lion
I'm in the water just like a pirate
Love the green just like an [?]
Got two names like Miley Cyrus
Goin' up like I'm rock climbing
More cutters than Bin Laden

[Chorus: Sherwood Marty & OMB Peezy]
Before I go to sleep I tell my mama pray for me
I gotta keep the heat 'cause I'm knee deep up in these streets
I can't deal with disrespect, man these n***as gotta see
We gon' ride 'bout where they at, all week on the creep
Man a n***a tryna kill somethin', crash out, catch a body
Pull up where they at, show 'em that we violent
Kill somethin', crash out, catch a body
Pull up, pull up with them fifties, we don't play about it