- Artist: Joey Bada$$
- Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap
- Released: 2025
Download Joey Bada$$ – CRASH DUMMY Mp3, Lyrics
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Joey Bada$$ – CRASH DUMMY Lyrics
[Intro] Joey? Joey chewin' through shit Hrn-hrn-hrn-hrn-hrn-hrn, hrn-hrn-hrn (Ayy) Nigga, Joey chewin' through– (Ayy) Joey is chewin' through, hrn-hrn-hrn He chewin' through shit (Kirk on the beat) You believe in God, believe in TDEast, nigga [Refrain] Take-take-take (Take money) Ayy (Take money) I said, I– (Take money) [Verse 1] It's about time, nigga, goddamn, almost got sick of waitin' Like a bad doctor, nigga, I ain't got a lot of patience Y'all niggas back on the clock And anything past twenty-four hours is a shot clock violation What's the current situation? Niggas just clickbaitin' 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 nigga out here Y'all niggas goin' 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 niggas' headtop, rise to the top like dreadlocks Joey got the whole rap game in a headlock I'm lettin' off headshots I seen this whole shit from afar, the way I red-dot Niggas can't walk on these shoes, though, they dead stock Lately been enjoying the perks, but I don't med pop I pop out and show niggas how they ho niggas Simultaneously aiming at least four niggas How many more niggas is it really gonna take to drop him? They need 101 Dalmatians just to spot 'em and got 'em My lyrical Drac' makin' 'em beat box I won't hesitate, but these niggas 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 yappin', nigga, 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 niggas, but ain't shit funny You ain't a crash-out, nigga, 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 niggas, but ain't shit funny You ain't a crash-out, nigga, 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 niggas 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 comin’, the future, what he foresee? Have you ever thought TDE was working for me? How the fuck am I your OG? You older than me This ain't a fair fight, it’s a fucking 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 hot water The Diddy house angle is terrible, you makin’ 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 niggas, but ain't shit funny You ain't a crash-out, nigga, 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 niggas, but ain't shit funny You ain't a crash-out, nigga, 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 breakin’ all the locks and all the gates they tryna key Barkin’ over, know I got faith in God that I had to reach Keep thinkin’ shit sweet, when it come to beef, let my teeth sink Kickin’ up dust because my niggas really street-street Niggas 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 nigga name just for him to feel the flame Do this for the love of the game, you think it's for the fame Niggas swervin’ 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 duckin' smoke, that's out, bitch, this is hip-hop All I need is a microphone and a disc jock, and I'ma make this shit pop Let my dick rock ’til my dick pop, I do this shit for Big Pop and Pop Smoke How many more New York niggas got it down on y’all Coast? And still we got mad love If y'all niggas mad ‘cause I'm putting it on for my section, I should be mad You niggas 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 rackin’ ‘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 niggas, but ain't shit funny You ain't a crash-out, nigga, 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 niggas, but ain't shit funny You ain't a crash-out, nigga, 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 niggas know what time it is, man Come to TDEast, nigga You believe in God? Believe in TDEast, nigga 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
