Michael Christmas - Crash lyrics

Skrt, skrt, psh This song is about a car accident [Verse 1: Michael Christmas] Uh, yah And now I'm crashing, moving different directions Before I kick the bucket I got to complete my check-in Got to get my check up, make sure I don't regret it And when you're almost dead you start thinking about the best sh** Me and Ciara eating and plotting our future Head like Medusa, the DJ banging (?) my head like Mr. Koopa (Blaw, blaw) 73 in a Mitsubishi Swerving across the lane, head smashing the window pane Looking down' cause I can feel this pain Stomach cut, a little blood, that's what's up n***as made it, now we up And I want championships like cups I'm trying to collect them sh**s like mugs And go to space and sh** like Bugs With my Lola, she's a cholo And she say hola, I need Boca And my pops called me up like you talk to Boffa? (Yo you talk to Boffa?) And I'm like Boffa? And he like both of these nuts! Got him! (these nuts, sh**) Yo Superstar stats (Winning) Over (?) 96 We don't f** with that side like a twix (Nope) 'Cause they all think we do that same sh** (f** 'em) And they all think we want the same whips (f** 'em) And they all think we want the same b**h (f** 'em) And they all think we'll never know sh** Lights flashing, oncoming traffic, oh sh**