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nish the conqueror - crashout lyrics

the crash outs with the masks out, now the mack’s out with black tape and my ass out, i’m running through the pockets tryna get the cash out its 2024, f_ck you saying? shoot his ass down, ya’ll got cents per litre i get my gas in big pounds, riding around town, weight in car like a trap house, your traps a carnival them heads just be a class clown, heard your custy snitched cause you poisoned your whole stashed ounce, whenever i was in the field i ain’t crash out, when i need a hit i go up north and send a whack blow! tryna make these hits so when i rap it’s an active style but if you read between the lines you’ll see that thе path is wild and the past repeats itsеlf just like a blast sh_ll, blow! blow! ricky gets his back now, riding for my brothers just to get left on the crown’s ground f_ck it let me freestyle out the crowd now and leave a beat gassed on all fours oh, i’m f_cking up this beat so hard i swear it ain’t a p_rno, they know my raps been wild seeing weapons since a child collecting re ups everyday, i always keep a pile and i’ll pack a fat gat tight like a black and mild, h to the izzo, i got more weight than lizzo, 18 i don’t go to clubs but still pop off crystal, my hennessy getting me feeling like it’s gonna be another long night full of banana clips and enemies, in the winter time we hop out make ’em run and feel the breeze, if i wasn’t rapping i’d be a warden with all these keys, like p diddy any beat i touch gets b_tt f_cked, i got white girls trafficked i ain’t talking dumb sl_ts, i been patrolling the block with ninjas and these nun_chucks, sliding on 5th off a yerkie hopping out of kia trunks, my name is nish and i’m bound to flip some switches though, i ain’t domestic but i’ll smack a b_tch and a hoe, raised up where i learned counting from a gram to a o, ain’t n0body rapping on beats where im from im bout to blow, i ain’t like to rap but i told jake this is for the dough, glock 17 was the first gun i ever blow, before i made a hit i mixed soda with the coke, i rolled a few zig zags and i laced with rappers that i smoke, zip up the vest, scale in my car for the o’s, i just shot the connect now there’s a spark in the cord, plug

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