Whyandotte - C.R.A.S.H. lyrics

[Bridge] Feels so good, feels so right Love to see a haters face as I pull up on him at a light That Lambo cool and all, that Ferrari fine But this sh** right here, hold up [Verse 1] Ball on ‘em, I ball on ‘em, like 10 ft f**ing tall on ‘em He tried to run his mouth, but first you gotta crawl on ‘em Oh you like his car? You like is Porsche? Well one look inside my garage lil' momma, you probably would of seen God, now is that [Hook] A '92 green Sabre, with the all-white interior All others inferior, everything superior Little n***a be serious, 15's in my back seat How the hell am I hearing ya? How the hell am I hearing ya? [Verse 1 cont.] Don't f** up the paint job, Shawty Lo They don't even make this thing no more, they don't even make this shade no more Lucky I got extra cans up at my crash spot Tied down like an ascot, is what yo a** got, sitting in my [Hook] A '92 green Sabre, with the all-white interior All others inferior, everything superior Little n***a be serious, 15's in my back seat How the hell am I hearing ya? How the hell am I hearing ya? [Verse 2] Yeah, bad b**h, ain't she pretty? Damn near drives herself, ain't she witty, ain't she clever? Gold knobs, she chromed out, make yo b**h a little sticky But yeah, my b**h a stick shift so driving her's a little tricky Listen n***a, I'm street smart, never payed for my lesson 500k for my new whip, small price for perfection That sh**, that sh**, that sh**, that sh**, that sh** could of put my kid through college Man f** that n***a, I don't give a f** about him, homie eats Hot Pockets and Top Ramen Ugly a** muthaf**er [Bridge] Feels so good, feels so right Love to see a haters face as I pull up on him at a light That Lambo cool my n***a, that Ferrari fine But this sh** right here, this sh** divine [Verse 2 cont.] It's all my cause I payed for it It's all my cause I was made for it Wasted my time, stayed on my grind, so gotdamn I'ma slave for it But I don't really mind, have you seen my ride? I'm sitting in my [Hook] '92 green Sabre, with the all-white interior All others inferior, everything superior Little n***a be serious, 15's in my back seat How the hell am I hearing ya? How the hell am I hearing ya? [Bridge 2] x 3 Bad b**h, bad b**h, ain't she pretty, ain't she pretty? [Outro: Sean Rose] From the Silver state but I want gold like my necklace Don't know why they try to test us, wait a second, you ain't know? Dumb sh**, we bout that, slamming doors, we bout that Bank rolls, we bout that, we bout that, we bout that Now, go ape sh**, go ape sh**, go ape sh** Go ape sh**, go ape sh**, go ape sh** Go ape sh**, go ape sh**, go ape sh** Go ape sh**, go ape sh**, go ape sh**