Video Ssj Crashout de A6surd Nerdz 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

A6surd Nerdz - Ssj Crashout Lyrics

(Chorus)
Nobody want smoke with me
(8x)
(crash out, crash out, crash out)
(Background)
Matta-Pan
(4x)
Gang Gang Gang Gang
(2x)
Who want it? Yeah
(8x)

(Tupac):
“Whatever you niggas want bring it!”

(Verse)
Lord strike me if I ain't him/

All my niggas wanna start a riot/
Try it, they gone have to bring the tanks in/

Hard to hold em, this shit Mark and Nolan nigga/
This just something that you can't win/

Like that Rocky nigga how to break them/
I'm a bus a nigga to the snakeskin/
I could give a fuck about a fake friend/
Silver or lead, ya bitch/

Promise I'll aim for the head, ya bitch
I'm double tapping, triple tapping/

Fo, five, six times till you dead, ya bitch
Yeah, I said what I said, ya bitch

Bloodshed for my bread, ya bitch/
You best do what I says, ya bitch/

You phony on camera, go Tony Montana, I'll air this shit and never lack or worry/

So many opps heads on my wall, got a group deal for thе taxidermy/

Arm, leg, leg, arm, lеg, fuck a blackberry, leave him black and buried/

Have ya moms crying "why God" he gon say " Fritz had a dezzy"/

I been acting wild/
I'm a have niggas smoked that's a black and mild/
Me and my niggas tight like a cracker's style/
If you think you the shit I'm a smack it out/
Ain't no backing out, I been looking for smoke/
Every song I'm on like I'm whipping up dope/
Teanna Trump, niggas come at ya throat/
One phone call turn a goon to a ghost/
Who's afraid of the nerds?

(Chorus)
Nobody want smoke with me
(8x)
(crash out, crash out, crash out)
(Background)
Matta-Pan
(4x)
Gang Gang Gang Gang
(2x)
Who want it? Yeah
(8x)



(Tupac):
“I don’t give a fuck where you lay at nigga!”

(Verse)
Bring the mother fucking ruckus/

What's Poppin? A couple hungry mother fuckers/

I'm locked in, and can't no other touch iluhdis/
Like damn/


Might stomp ya brotha out in public/

Who want it it's up and stuck you on some sucker shit/

Run up I'll uppercut you till the sun up/

You won't even get a chance to put ya gun up/

Like fam/

I'm sick of the games/
And all you wanna do is bitch and complain/
That shit you talking sum like piss in the rain/
You'll catch a shell for every link in the chain/
Them ambulances need to pick up ya brain/
Turn everybody in ya click to a stain/
That's just what happens when you lit with my gang/
It's money or murder to get in the game nigga/


You faux active/

Bros gassing/

My pole blasting/

Toe tagging/

My whole faction gets so ratchet/
44 magnum to yo cabbage/

You's no savage/
You keep the peace/

Red all in my teeth/
Cause I'm eating beats(beets)/

My shit DTA/
How I'm a feed the streets/

Ya shit PGA/
My niggas ain't playing/

No more/


My niggas ready for war/
Pistols, machetes and swords/
Fritz be the pettiest
I'll never settle the score/
Leave all that red on the walls/

Ain't no way you fucking with the squad/
Pray the doc could stomach all the scars/
Aim and pop, I said this all before/
I make sure that everything is raw/

(Chorus)
Nobody want smoke with me
(8x)
(crash out, crash out, crash out)
(Background)
Matta-Pan
(4x)
Gang Gang Gang Gang
(2x)
Who want it? Yeah
(8x)