ilycrisis – crisis ft yvngxchris – cry 1 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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