Who's This?
CRVSHFUOCO
GENRE
[Chorus]
C-R-A-S-H-F-U-O-C-O
You play to stay known
This that new Fuoco (They Know)
Count up, this guapo
Keep steady cashflow
Dont sip, no green, no
In love, with purple
I be leanin, like I'm dreamin
Seeing demons
Tryna keep my reason
Ice on got me freezin'
VVS gleamin'
I could change the season
Niggas always leechin'
Leave you bleedin', once you stop the feedin'
I just chased a bag with all my nine's, then blow that bitch at Neiman's
[Verse 1]
Brand new lambo, named it pooh, I'm moving shiesty in this shit
Rollie faces cherry red, italian icey on my wrist
All my shooters got good aim, they up them pipes and they dont miss
Opps be asking how we hit that, we got sights on all thesе sticks
I just got a deal on an extra beam
Put a holе in a nigga like Krispy Kreme
Read my chest, this is Bape, I dont do supreme
Beat a opp, take a flick, we gon' cause a scene
Post a pic to the gram, turn him into a meme
Know my paper look long as a limousine
I could only fit 10 of these denim jeans
If I try 15, Ima blow the seams
Fuck it uh, I pass my shorty the glock, She gon' tuck it
Tik Tok challenge, she ready to buss' it
Dont know what it is, but she ready for somethin'
Turn up the beat, this shit jumpin'
Gas to the floor, blunt lit, start bumpin'
Plug just hit me, he got new runts in
Bag me an O right now, I'm comin'
[Chorus]
C-R-A-S-H-F-U-O-C-O (Thats Me!)
You play to stay known
Thats that new Fuoco (That Who?)
Count up, this guapo
Keep steady cashflow
Dont sip, no green, no
In love, with purple
I be leaning, like I'm dreamin
Seeing demons
Tryna keep my reason
Ice on got me freezin'
VVS gleamin'
I could change the season
Niggas always leechin'
Leave you bleedin', once you stop the feedin'
I just chased a bag with all my nine's, then blow that bitch at Neiman's
My accountant hit me up, like what you pay for that new choker
I just like to blow my chips cause life's a game, and I play poker
That's why I cut off the clowns before they turn into the Joker
Walk in phoenix, let that nigga get too close and he might smoke ya
New trackhawk im swervin', came with tints and curtains
How its spazzing, custom seats came persian
Fly through the city, went straight like Aladdin and Jasmine
I never needed a gang, Its only my nine's, but trust me its deeper than rapping
This shit is really my passion, I started fuckin' with fashion, look at what happened
Where is this bread that you touchin?
Running your pockets, theres nothing
Guess that you bluffing
How you be chilling with rats, you be bugging
Hanging with cops like McLovin'
Boy hit me up for the lean, that nigga a clown, I'm servin' him tussin
I really didnt have nothing, now my lifestyle I'm loving
You always know how I'm coming
[Chorus]
C-R-A-S-H-F-U-O-C-O (It's Me!)
You play to stay known
Thats that new Fuoco (That Who?)
Count up, this guapo
Keep steady cashflow
Dont sip, no green, no
In love, with purple
I be leanin, like I'm dreamin
Seeing demons
Tryna keep my reason
Ice on got me freezin'
VVS gleamin'
I could change the season
Niggas always leechin'
Leave you bleedin', once you stop the feedin'
I just chased a bag with all my nine's, then blow that bitch at Neiman's
C-R-A-S-H-F-U-O-C-O
You play to stay known
This that new Fuoco (They Know)
Count up, this guapo
Keep steady cashflow
Dont sip, no green, no
In love, with purple
I be leanin, like I'm dreamin
Seeing demons
Tryna keep my reason
Ice on got me freezin'
VVS gleamin'
I could change the season
Niggas always leechin'
Leave you bleedin', once you stop the feedin'
I just chased a bag with all my nine's, then blow that bitch at Neiman's
[Verse 1]
Brand new lambo, named it pooh, I'm moving shiesty in this shit
Rollie faces cherry red, italian icey on my wrist
All my shooters got good aim, they up them pipes and they dont miss
Opps be asking how we hit that, we got sights on all thesе sticks
I just got a deal on an extra beam
Put a holе in a nigga like Krispy Kreme
Read my chest, this is Bape, I dont do supreme
Beat a opp, take a flick, we gon' cause a scene
Post a pic to the gram, turn him into a meme
Know my paper look long as a limousine
I could only fit 10 of these denim jeans
If I try 15, Ima blow the seams
Fuck it uh, I pass my shorty the glock, She gon' tuck it
Tik Tok challenge, she ready to buss' it
Dont know what it is, but she ready for somethin'
Turn up the beat, this shit jumpin'
Gas to the floor, blunt lit, start bumpin'
Plug just hit me, he got new runts in
Bag me an O right now, I'm comin'
[Chorus]
C-R-A-S-H-F-U-O-C-O (Thats Me!)
You play to stay known
Thats that new Fuoco (That Who?)
Count up, this guapo
Keep steady cashflow
Dont sip, no green, no
In love, with purple
I be leaning, like I'm dreamin
Seeing demons
Tryna keep my reason
Ice on got me freezin'
VVS gleamin'
I could change the season
Niggas always leechin'
Leave you bleedin', once you stop the feedin'
I just chased a bag with all my nine's, then blow that bitch at Neiman's
My accountant hit me up, like what you pay for that new choker
I just like to blow my chips cause life's a game, and I play poker
That's why I cut off the clowns before they turn into the Joker
Walk in phoenix, let that nigga get too close and he might smoke ya
New trackhawk im swervin', came with tints and curtains
How its spazzing, custom seats came persian
Fly through the city, went straight like Aladdin and Jasmine
I never needed a gang, Its only my nine's, but trust me its deeper than rapping
This shit is really my passion, I started fuckin' with fashion, look at what happened
Where is this bread that you touchin?
Running your pockets, theres nothing
Guess that you bluffing
How you be chilling with rats, you be bugging
Hanging with cops like McLovin'
Boy hit me up for the lean, that nigga a clown, I'm servin' him tussin
I really didnt have nothing, now my lifestyle I'm loving
You always know how I'm coming
[Chorus]
C-R-A-S-H-F-U-O-C-O (It's Me!)
You play to stay known
Thats that new Fuoco (That Who?)
Count up, this guapo
Keep steady cashflow
Dont sip, no green, no
In love, with purple
I be leanin, like I'm dreamin
Seeing demons
Tryna keep my reason
Ice on got me freezin'
VVS gleamin'
I could change the season
Niggas always leechin'
Leave you bleedin', once you stop the feedin'
I just chased a bag with all my nine's, then blow that bitch at Neiman's
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