Cra$h Dummy — CLDBR3W Feat ICU

I want to thank #CLDBR3W🙏🙏 for sending me this beat and allowing me to hop on his track, I think the song turned out fire 🔥 hopefully Y'all will to, thank you 💯🎶💯🎶🔥 #TruMuzicENT #Tru²Grace #Tru #T²G #riggedcontest @rapfame_official @rapfame_ar_team #CLDBR3W ™Hook™ Damn Brody 120 on the dash You goin to fast homie And I'm down for it I know we racin' to the ca$h, but try not to cra$h dummy ICU ™Verse™ CLDBR3W clutchin' at the armrest, watchin' how the lane shifts, Tell me that I’m speedin' while his knees shakin', prayin' for a gear shift. Got a buck twenty pinned solid on the dashboard gauge, Screamin' 'don't crash' while we tryin to turn a new page. Got two hands planted on the wheel, ten and two, We both chasin' green, bro, I got a point to prove. It's currency velocity, runnin' through the toll booth, You said you was down for the bag, so what's the whole truth? You sweatin' through your jacket while I’m starin through the glass, Tryin to put some distance between the struggle and the past. We racin' for the paper, but you sweatin' through your collar, Tryin' to catch a profit while outrunnin' every dollar. The highway is a timeline, the pavement is a blank page, I'm writin' with the tires while you lookin' at the fuel gauge. Call me dummy if you want, but the bank don't wait for traffic, Every exit that we pass is another chapter off the graphic. CLDBR3W, hold the bag steady, keep your eyes up on the ridge, We ain't slippin' off the shoulder, we just crossing over bridges. Outrunnin' stagnation, turnin' rubber into gold, Every move I make behind the wheel is strictly controlled. Stompin' down the pedal through the asphalt vein, Trying to break us out of all the back page pain. Got the sub bass thuddin' while the engine block hums, Countin' out the miles till the heavy check comes. We don't skid, we don't sway, we don't drift, we don't brake, It’s a calculated risk for the sake of what we make. You yellin' 'slow down, homie' over heavy bass hits, I'm locked into the lane where the fortune stack fits. No flashin' blue lights, no rubber left behind, Just a mission to the money with a focused state of mind! Now I’m featherin' the brake pedal, easin' off the throttle, Brought the whole operation out the storm in a bottle. Pullin' to the curb, tires kissin' on the street, 120 on the dash just to put us on our feet. Brought us to the vault clean, not a scratch up on the paint, CLDBR3W, catch your breath, look we didn't even faint. Told you we wouldn't crash, dummy. Now let's go get this ca$h, homie. #CLDBR3W ™Hook™ Damn Brody 120 on the dash You goin to fast homie And I'm down for it I know we racin' to the ca$h, but try not to cra$h dummy