410 – Crash 2.0 Lyrics

[Verse 1: Skengdo]
I heard mans whip in the nicest pot (Yes)
Greedy cunt, yeah I want that grub (Want it)
You wouldn’t think that I’m a skinny fuck
My chargies rise and they take mans belt
Sparkz just lurk, man he come like fox
Free Slapit out the fucking box (Free him up, free him up)
Rising heat and collecting dosh
Bro don’t stress, man the clocks don’t stop
Think I’m putting my faith in thots
You must be mad, I don’t love thots
Don’t be silly, just suck my cock
Finish the drop, get jiggy then bop
Cookie bud, yeah it coming like rock
Raw flavours, don’t give me that dust
Sticks and leaves, don’t give me that stuff
Gelato wave got me feeling all maud
Gelato wave got me feeling all maud
You’re beefing me, I don’t beef this don
I bought my rod, but the fishes gone
Never man bait, man the shit gets long
Ask .22 how the drill raps real?
Then he drew man out, coulda made man spill (Ching)
Sitting in the box, that’s never the deal
Now everyone knows how Skengdo feels

[Pre-Chorus: Skengdo]
Don’t make sense tryna crash or crash
Crash do crash, but the crash don’t chat
Been all ready like Clash of Clans
When we rise those things and we crash your clan
Don’t make sense tryna crash or crash
Crash do crash, but the crash don’t chat
Been all ready like Clash of Clans
When we rise those things and we crash your clan

[Chorus: AM]
Back with a bang (Boop-boop-boop)
Slap and attack
Crash in the back
Mind where you hang (Boop-boop-boop)
Act for the snap
Chat dem are chat
Not for the gang (Ayy-ayy)
And do-do-do, look what I what brang, just look
Look how they ran (Just look)

[Verse 2: AM]
How you gonna crash on me? (How?)
Don’t you know I step with cra’
Shh-shh, Crashaleen (Dudu)
Man fill up the ting with gas
Uh-uh, gasoline (Dudu)
See a hella man talking wass (Wass, wass), wasaleen (Ugh)
Look how many times we lurked and the feds can’t chat for me (No way)
She was tryna get me burst, but you ain’t trapping me (No way)
Bitch that’s a mazza
Uh, mazzaleen
If I make one call right now, get jump like trampoline (Dudu)
Clap man like tambourine (Ugh)
And if you ever get caught on road
I don’t wanna hear that you ain’t involved
Kick down doors, coulda bruck mans toes
Coulda bruck down bud, but your brass in broke
Italian came with sauce and smoke
Italian shoes, Italian coat
They know, we know
Baghdad doing the most

[Pre-Chorus: AM, Skengdo]
Back with a bang (Boop-boop-boop)
Slap and attack
Crash in the back
Mind where you hang (Boop-boop-boop)
Act for the snap
Chat dem are chat
Not for the gang (Ayy-ayy)
And do-do-do, look what I what brang (Just look)
Look how they ran (Just look)

[Chorus: Skengdo]
Don’t make sense tryna crash or crash
Crash do crash, but the crash don’t chat
Been all ready like Clash of Clans
When we rise those things and we crash your clan
Don’t make sense tryna crash or crash
Crash do crash, but the crash don’t chat
Been all ready like Clash of Clans
When we rise those things and we crash your clan

ASAP Mob – Crazy Brazy (On The Late Show With Stephen Colbert) (Live)

Woah, woah, yo
Woah, woah, woah
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine to your mind
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
I don’t want no conversation
I don’t need explanation
Shoot with no hesitation
They do it for a reputation
They don’t play me on the station
Press ’em like detonation
Want more jelly than a Mason
Man I’m rocky like a caveman
We rock I’m a rockstar
Try to cuff me like a cop car
Try to play me like a popstar
That’s how you get not far
All my cus, niggas crazy
All my bloods, niggas brazy
Might just drop in on a Wednesday
Been the shit designer wavy
Don’t talk back, just give me face
I got nines on my waist
Hide them lines in the place
I don’t care
I’m with Flacko, you on flakka
You got guns but won’t pop ’em
I send niggas to the doctor
I don’t care
Sandman tan money bag, drag, slash bag man
Baghdad land
Talk back, get back slapped with a back hand
Black man, black hand side
Anti everything since Yams died
In dodge van by NY
No who, what, where, why, when
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine to your mind
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Hundred thousand dollar nightmare
If I wanna take a flight there
Man fuck it spend a life here
Young thuggin in some Nike Airs
Bicken Back Being Bool, baby
Layin’ back by the pool, baby
Bumpin’ that shit too wavy
Counting stacks shit too brazy
Walk around with a bag on me
Walk around with a flag on me
Bickin back I got mad homies
Joey Fatts might blast for me
Tote the tecs I got cash homie
Take it back I got crack on me
This and that got that on me
Where you from?
Where you at homie?
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine to your mind
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy

Aaron Rose – The Art Of Sole (Elixir Album)

[Intro]
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
I’m the J57
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet

[Verse 1]
It has been a long time coming, ever since my farther [?]
I knew that I would be something, the abundance of talents
I managed to perceive before I breath
Bit clear to me, I understand it, I’m granted
The life of art, the life I dream up in the dark
So then the light I spark arise of every two in which I thought
I would grow up to be, but hopefully the road I see
Would lead to greatness, so first I got to find the golden key
To rev the engine, the sector brain with no syringes
Open up the mind so first I got to disable the hinges
They block me out, I’m independ-
I’m trying to picture something up your gold
No I’m never talking for the glitter
They reminisce on the essence I see myself spit
The same thing I found myself with
The same thing connecting us through vibrations, I know you felt this
Feel like someone hit the rail switch
We just some freight trains, afraid to run off track
I took my own route, now I’m never coming back
And that’s a fact, in a universe full with opinions
So despicable, I’m ducking you internet minions
Your criticism ain’t nothing more than a comet
You should calm it down, ’cause I’m still viewed as a comet
And Steelo was a shooting star
So if you seen him, you know you were going far
Now here we are

[Hook]
I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet
I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet

[Verse 2]
This is the moment I’m breaking my inhibition
Rejoicing the villain to know I fit with the description
I’ve done reflection when I’m looking up
You stand in front your mirror, do you see the same one?
We just begun this dynasty so they won’t be subside to me
I swear to God, I’m breaking through the tyrannies
To freelance a free man
So as I vividly paint you niggas my motion picture
I’m conjuring longevity with this potion Elixir
But momma told me to finish my food first, "You right"
So my dinner plate filling up after every bite
This appetite will make these wack rap niggas half as nice
Now double the work, you can get the bragging rights
To overshadow where I shine
But we both know, The Pros never be the cons, we a different kind
Even if you missed a line you won’t miss my prime
This is bombs of Baghdad mixed with Vietnam
Saddam Hussein, two tanks of propane won’t blow you niggas up
I am Cobain, fuck what you see in front
‘Cause a wise man will never speak
You just showing too much December
Dry your seed up before you could even grow it
A natural poet, on a road to entourages of the chosen
I’m started to grow my conscience, unlocking up every solar
Side, I used to conquer my life
But this a write to angel to momma, "Your son will still arrive"

[Hook]
I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet
I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet

[Outro]
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke, nigga

A$AP MOB – Crazy Brazy Lyrics

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Woah, woah, yo
Woah, woah, woah

[Hook: A$AP Rocky & Key!]
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine on your mind
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
I don’t want no conversation
I don’t need explanation
Shoot with no hesitation
They do it for a reputation
They don’t play me on the station
Press ’em like detonation
Want more jelly than a Mason
Man I’m rocky like a caveman

[Verse 2: Key!]
We rock I’m a rockstar
Try to cuff me like a cop car
Try to play me like a popstar
That’s how you get not far

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
All my cousins, niggas crazy
All my bloods, niggas brazy
Might just drop in on a Wednesday
Been the shit designer wavy

[Verse 4: Key!]
Don’t talk back, just give me face
I got nines on my waist
Hide them lines in the place
I don’t care
I’m with Flocko, you on Flocka
You got girls [?]
I send niggas to the doctor
I don’t care

[Verse 5: A$AP Rocky]
Sandman tan money bag, drag, slash bag man
Baghdad land
Talk back, get back slapped with a back hand
Black man, black hands [?]
[?]
No who, what, where, why, when

[Hook: A$AP Rocky & Key!]
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine in your mouth
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy

[Verse 6: A$AP Twelvvy]
Hundred thousand dollar nightmare
If I wanna take a flight there
Man fuck it spend a life here
Young thuggin is a night years
Bicken Back Being Bool, baby
Layin’ back by the pool, baby
Bumpin’ [?], too wavy
Counting stacks shit too brazy
Walk around with a bag on me
Walk around with a flag on me
Bicken Back I got mad hoes
Joey [?] might blast for me
Talk to [?] I got cash homie
Take it back I got crack on me
This and that got that on me
Where you from?
Where you at homie?

[Hook: A$AP Rocky & Key!]
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine in your mouth
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy