crisis ft yvngxchris - cry 1 - ilycrisis lyrics
[chorus: yvngxchris ]
b*tch i’m in l.a
posted with crisis
i seen a lil bad ass b*tch
get behind it
i pull off in a h*llcat
n*gga i’m flyin’
got racks in my pocket
these jeans number nine
i’m livin’ a fraud
i got a glock in my hand
i aim it at him when he tried
that lil n*gga tried
i’m ’bout to call up my young n*gga kato
send him to the sky
if a n*gga run up
i got the glock in the trunk, eat a n*gga like some pie
if i call up my shooter, that n*gga really hittin’ sh*t now his momma cried
[verse 1 : yvngxchris]
so i got to avoid ’em
b*tch i will never be cuffin’ these b*tches just f*ckin’ these b*tches
that’s jus’ out of boredom
boy do not play wit’ yo’ luck
i do not give a f*ck
i’mma grab my lil stick and i torch ’em
d*mn, i just might hop out a porsche
i shoot a n*gga after that i record ’em
[verse 2: crisis]
yeah
then i record ’em
crisis come back and you know that i’m goin’
feelin’ like kobe you know that i’m scorin’
might f*ck a b*tch and then she be moanin’
n*ggas be talkin’ but they really hate
i got 6 n*ggas with me no drake
get to the bag, get right to the cake
some of these n*ggas they really snakes
[verse 3: yvngxchris]
yeah they be snakes
we cut the grass up
shawty gon shake it, reverse, throw the back up
boy you be b*tchin’ , you just act tough
where is yo sack at
go get your racks up n*gga
[chorus]
b*tch i’m in l.a
posted with crisis
i seen a lil bad ass b*tch
get behind it
i pull off in a h*llcat
n*gga i’m flyin’
got racks in my pocket
these jeans number nine
i’m livin’ a fraud
i got a glock in my hand
i aim it at him when he tried
that lil n*gga tried
i’m ’bout to call up my young n*gga kato
send him to the sky
if a n*gga run up
i got the glock in the trunk, eat a n*gga like some pie
if i call up my shooter, that n*gga really hittin’ sh*t now his momma cried
[verse 4: crisis]
he finna cry tonight, cry today
shawty want me but i’m never the same
a avatar n*gga feelin’ like aang
that n*gga talkin’ he don’t want no problems
cook on the stove and i’m not talking ramen
yeah i got dreads on me like a jamaican
that n*gga talkin’ we cook him like bacon
[verse 5: yvngxchris]
and i got bands in my god d*mn hands man
flip a n*gga upside down like a handstand
glock finna hit a n*gga, make a n*gga do a dance*man
she like the fashion, evisu my pants*man
i’m finna get to the bands*man
got hits on*hits on*hits
i’m really a band*man
they be like
“chris how the f*ck you be going so viral? i see you all day god d*mn man”
shhhhh
“god d*mn man”
“how the f*ck you do that sh*t?”
hit from the back
shawty a catfish
b*tch i’m in l.a. posted up with crisis i’ll tell you what happened
[chorus: yvngxchris ]
b*tch i’m in l.a
posted with crisis
i seen a lil bad ass b*tch
get behind it
i pull off in a h*llcat
n*gga i’m flyin’
got racks in my pocket
these jeans number nine
i’m livin’ a fraud
i got a glock in my hand
i aim it at him when he tried
that lil n*gga tried
i’m ’bout to call up my young n*gga kato
send him to the sky
if a n*gga run up
i got the glock in the trunk, eat a n*gga like some pie
if i call up my shooter, that n*gga really hittin’ sh*t now his momma cried
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