(Intro)
She can crash me, crash me
I'mma let her crash me

(Hook)
She say she like it in the backseat
Yea, she's a super freak
She told me she a rider, well I told her come and crash me
In the streets she's classy, but in the sheets she nasty
I'm tatted like a biker, so I told her come crash me

(Verse 1)
She said her name was Ashley (Ashley)
Yesterday I let her crash me (Skrrt Montana)
Picked her up in a Porche truck (how fast, how fast)
And she got dropped off in a taxi (bail out, bail out)
Cause bitch we team No Lackin' (Squad)
Don't run up on me or I'm blastin' (graa graa)
We coast on attractive (uh-uh uh-uh)
I shit like I take Lacativs (ewww)
I'm addicted to the fashion (fashion)
Gucci Louis ho, I'm cashin' (cashin')
Put that work up in the plastic (plastic)
And watch the hood do magic (that magic)

(Hook)

(Verse 2)
I am too high, I just roll that dope up
I love pure codine up in my soda
I only like bad bitches that's foreign
I ball with my team, you know we scorin'
Yo bitch party with we cause you borin'
I make them bands cause down like it's stormin'
Wake up in yo bitch bed like goodmornin'
Fake n***as callin' my phone I'm ignorin'
I enjoy gettin' sky hogh hile I'm tourin'
Hit the stores swap into that Ralph Lauren
Dunkin' on these lame ass n***as, I'm Jordan
Most these rap n***as just lack, no choice

(Hook)