CRASH DUMMY Lyrics – Joey Bada$$

[Intro]

Joey? Joey chewing through s*it

Hrn-hrn-hrn-hrn-hrn-hrn, hrn-hrn-hrn (Ayy)

N!gga, Joey chewing through– (Ayy)

Joey is chewing through, hrn-hrn-hrn

He chewing through s*it

(Kirk on the beat)

You believe in God, believe in TD-East, n!gga

[Refrain]

Take-take-take (Take money)

Ayy (Take money)

I said, I– (Take money)

[Verse 1]

It’s about time, n!gga, goddamn

Almost got sick of waiting

Like a bad doctor, n!gga, I ain’t got a lot of patience

Y’all n!ggas back on the clock and anything past twenty-four hours is a shot clock violation

What’s the current situation? N!ggas just clickbaiting

How predictable, this the angle I was anticipating

And thank you for making it clear that Dot scared, but yeah

I was at the party, but I also saw Top there

Y’all talking the same as every n!gga out here

Y’all n!ggas going out sad ’cause I’m the one who top tier

He said, “Hey, Joey, I got this artist named Ray Vaughn”

“And I’d appreciate if you would really help me put him on”

I said, “Okay, Top, but you know it’s gon’ cost you”

You know I really want the one who elevated your roster

I’m on these n!ggas’ headtop, rise to the top like dreadlocks

Joey got the whole rap game in a headlock

I’m letting off headshots

I seen this whole s*it from afar, the way I red-dot

N!ggas can’t walk on these shoes, though, they dead stock

Lately been enjoying the perks, but I don’t (??)

I pop out and show n!ggas how they ho n!ggas

Simultaneously aiming at least four n!ggas

How many more n!ggas is it really gonna take to drop him?

They need 101 Dalmatians just to spot ’em and got ’em

My lyrical (??) making your beat box

I won’t hesitate, but these n!ggas still won’t drop like Detox

Matter of fact, I think they forgot the last time I destroyed an average rapper who tried to take a cheap shot

Now they reminiscing over you like Pete Rock

I ride through the city in that GL Smooth and Maybach

So you know I came to do what it do

‘Cause we rapping over yapping, n!gga, joke’s on you, ayy

[Chorus]

Scared money don’t make no money

I could never go broke, steady take your money, ayy

I could Evidence you n!ggas, but ain’t s*it funny

You ain’t a crash-out, n!gga, you a crash dummy, ayy

Scared money don’t make no money

I could never go broke, steady take your money, ayy

I could Evidence you n!ggas, but ain’t s*it funny

You ain’t a crash-out, n!gga, you a crash dummy

[Verse 2]

Anywho, ask myself, “What would Kenny do?”

Any day of the week, I take on at least ten of you

You thought you got dirt on me because I buried you

Y’all n!ggas is hysterical, ain’t no coming back from this, you need a miracle

Joey just spun again, how could it be?

It’s like he knew it was coming, the future, what he foresee?

Have you ever thought TDE was working for me?

How the fu*k am I your OG? You older than me

This ain’t a firefight, it’s a fu*king slaughter

Why you keep bringing up pregnant women, don’t you got a daughter?

You really need to get your affairs in order

Last time I checked, your label exec’s was in high water

The Diddy house angle is terrible, you making it way too easy for me, we ain’t comparable

When I’m done with you, Top won’t let you drop like Karrahbooo

Guaranteed this the last time we ever hear from you

[Chorus]

Scared money don’t make no money

I could never go broke, steady take your money, ayy

I could Evidence you n!ggas, but ain’t s*it funny

You ain’t a crash-out, n!gga, you a crash dummy, ayy

Scared money don’t make no money

I could never go broke, steady take your money, ayy

I could Evidence you n!ggas, but ain’t s*it funny

You ain’t a crash-out, n!gga, you a crash dummy

[Verse 3]

Time to show the world who I am, I’ve been a man

I’m loaded up, my clip on jam, might spin again

I’m taking all the shots, they say I opened up Pandora’s Box

I’m breaking all the locks and all the gates they tryna key

Barking over, know I got faith in God that I had to reach

Keep thinking s*it sweet, when it come to beef, let my teeth sink

Kicking up dust because my n!ggas really street-street

N!ggas better rethink, I don’t throw subs, I throw torpedoes that heat-seek

Through your fleece when I speak my piece

I beat the beast strictly off instinct

All the speculation is lame, I tell it plain

I ain’t gotta drop a n!gga name just for him to feel the flame

Do this for the love of the game, you think it’s for the fame

N!ggas swerving in my lane, I’ll take them on a scenic route

I’ma stand on every bar, I promise I won’t bleep ’em out

It’s demons inside my soul, family who wanna bring ’em out

Keep my wife’s name out your mouth ‘fore you get Chris Rock’d

We ain’t ducking smoke, that’s out, b!tch, this is hip-hop

All I need is a microphone and a disc jock and I’ma make this s*it pop

Let my d!ck rock ’til my d!ck pop, I do this s*it for Big Pop and Pop Smoke

How many more New York n!ggas got it down on y’all Coast?

And still we got mad love

If y’all n!ggas mad ’cause I’m putting it on for my section, I should be mad

You n!ggas never ask yourself that question, pardon me for my question

I know that’s a tough pill to swallow, I give you time just to digest it

Just get back and I hope you know

Keep on racking ’em with the flow, now kick back and enjoy the show

[Chorus]

Scared money don’t make no money

I could never go broke, steady take your money, ayy

I could Evidence you n!ggas, but ain’t s*it funny

You ain’t a crash-out, n!gga, you a crash dummy, ayy

Scared money don’t make no money

I could never go broke, steady take your money, ayy

I could Evidence you n!ggas, but ain’t s*it funny

You ain’t a crash-out, n!gga, you a crash dummy

[Refrain]

Take-take-take (Take money)

Ayy, take-take-take

I said, “I take-take-take” (Take money)

I said I–, hmm, hmm, hmm, what?

Take-take (Take money)

Ayy, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm

Take-take (Take money)

Hmm, ayy, woo (Ha-ha)

[Outro]

Yeah, y’all n!ggas know what time it is, man

Come to TDEast, n!gga

You believe in God? Believe in TDEast, n!gga

Huh, woo, ayy

Ayy-ayy, what?

Ayy-ayy, what?

Get Top on the phone, yeah

What, ayy, hey, hey (Take-take-take-take, take money)

(Kirk on the beat)

Gather ’round

We are gathered here today to say goodbye to a good dog, gone right too soon

Yep, bark on, bark on

In loving memory, we pray

Rest in peace, my dog