Crvsh Talk

[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh
What is important to you?

[Chorus]
This that CRVSH talk
This that slick shit
This that, "Pull up in the foreign with your clique" shit
This that roll [?] like the spliff shit
When you smacked up off that gas, get lit to this shit
Put your lighters up
Whatever's in your hand, go 'head and light it up
Rat niggas, wouldn't trust him if he said the sky is up
911 lookin' like some pilots, who as fly as us?
Stand up for the anthem if you with us, yelling out, "We trust"

[Verse 1]
Hold up, you still smoking, right?
That new pack some gas, it got you choking, right?
Fuck it, back to this, my flow so poet-like
I'm so precise, weave in and out of beats like I was so enticed
Reaching newer heights with every word I type
They say I don't miss, I'm like, "You know that's right"
Progressivе with this shit, I keep my flow so tight
Like package through the mail, thе vacuum seal, can't poke no holes in my vision 'cause I feel like I'm the best, I got my 9's right by my side, they got the grips, don't need no vest
'Cause when they shoot, it's no contest, they put a hole inside your chest
Kut and Klip like Iron Man and Thor with hammers and them TEC's
My fault, I'm smoking the flex
Fuck the opps just got behind me, hold up bro, I gotta jet
Aww shit (Skrrt)

[Chorus]
This that CRVSH talk
This that slick shit
This that, "Pull up in the foreign with your clique" shit
This that roll [?] like the spliff shit
When you smacked up off that gas, get lit to this shit
Put your lighters up
Whatever's in your hand, go 'head and light it up
Rat niggas, wouldn't trust him if he said the sky is up
911 lookin' like some pilots, who as fly as us?
Stand up for the anthem if you with us, yelling out, "We trust"

[Verse 2]
My fault bro, I'm back, that cop was fast, but he got off my ass
Swerving through the traffic, passing fans, they like, "We know it's CRVSH"
Brodie in the back, he buggin' out, I'm tryin' not to laugh
Driving with that blunt still in my hand and I ain't even pass
Look at you, still smoking on your [?] and you ain't even [ash? ask?]
Shout-out [BackWood Benji?], that boy lit and he be rolling thrax
Niggas in my DMs wanting features but ain't talking cash
Like tell me bro, I'm buggin? Nah, you right, what typa shit is that?
See, that's what I'm saying, how you do that and your shit be trash
Hit my manager, you wanna work? You better bring that bag
Must ain't pull my pants up, it's the money, I don't mean to sag
Buying clothes that I don't even wear and I still pop the tags
Pussy