Текст песни Crash Out - R2rcam

Yeah, the Hellcat feel like a nascar
Hope I don't fuck 'roun and crash out
Boy, I could walk in the boa
Call a teller by her name and then cash out
Tryna look good for the internet
She must be feelin' herself 'cuz her pants got the ass out
Nicknamed the AMG pasta
It's crazy, the inside like noodles, it's red on the outside
Boy I just put that shit on
Boy I just put that shit on
And they know I just put that shit on
All these kids wanna sound just like me
'Cuz they know I just put that shit on
You can't reach me, stop callin' my phone
Get so geek'd, I'm exceedin' my zone
Pool so big man it came wit' a home, it's crazy but it's true

I don't care 'bout the clout man it came wit' this shit
I want racks, what's some fame finna do?
You can pose wit' that shit but you not finna shoot
Push up boy, what you ain't finna do
You can't walk in my shoes, 'cuz everytime that I just step you see paint
It's a Margiela clue
I walk backwards, turn shit to a Margiela moon (I moonwalk)
My next crib'll prolly have Margiela room (Damn)
That shit finna come wit' like 3 different pools
Shit finna come wit' like 3 different heli's (3 of 'em)
Shit finna come wit' like 3 different 'tellys (3 of 'em)
I just be tellin' y'all everything, fuck it, to hell wit' it
Don't got to tuck it, I'll send you to hell with it
Za only room you can tell by the smell of it
Back of the Bentley prolly fit an elephant
Reclinin' my seat because she said she was celibate

I just came from Saks Fifth, I don't know what I bought or the cost
I don't care bout an estimate
Everyday I just preach to these kids, I just give them a testament
Everyday of my life like a movie boy, you just an extra in it
(Swear I'm not lyin)
Bangin' this bih like an instrument
I never been cupid, I never been sweet
You cannot get no love or no sentiment (Swear I'm not lyin')
Tell that kid upgrade his drip, we left Vlone in 2018, get some Vetements
Nah, I can't stand these niggas like confederate
Hate is a damn disease and they be spreadin' it
Ain't enter my prime but I'm still in my element
I ain't racist, but I'm workin' hard like a mexican
Won't enough in the backwood, I put extra in

Yeah, the Hellcat feel like a nascar, hope I don't fuck 'roun and crash out
Boy, I could walk in the boa
Call a teller by her name and then cash out (Yeah)
Tryna look good for the internet
she must be feelin' herself 'cuz her pants got the ass out
Nicknamed the AMG pasta, it's crazy
the inside like noodles, it's red on the outside
Boy I just put that shit on
Boy I just put that shit on (Gah damn)
And they know I just put that shit on
All these kids wanna sound just like me
'Cuz they know I just put that shit on
You can't reach me, stop callin' my phone
Got so geek'd, I'm exceedin' my zone
Pool so big man it came wit' a home, it's crazy but it's true