lirik lagu ilycrisis – cry
[intro]
perfect
[chorus: yvngxchris]
b~tch, i’m in l.a. posted with crisis
i seen a lil’ badass b~tch get behind it
i pulled off in a h~llcat, n~gga, i’m flyin’
got racks in my pocket, these jeans number (n)ine
i’m leavin’ ’em fried
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 ’em to the sky
if a n~gga run up
i got a 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 mama cried
[verse 1: yvngxchris]
so i got to avoid ’em
b~tch, i would never be cuffin’ these b~tches
just f~ckin’ these b~tches, that’s just out of boredom
boy, do not play with your luck
i do not give a f~ck, i’ma grab my lil’ stick and i torch ’em
d~mn, i might just hop out the porsche
i shoot a n~gga, after that i record ’em
[verse 2: ilycrisis]
yeah, then i record ’em
crisis got back and you know that i’m goin’
feel 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 six n~ggas with me, no drake
get to the bag and right to the cake
some of these n~ggas, they really snakes
[verse 3: yvngxchris]
yeah, they be snakes, we cut the grass up
shorty gon’ shake it, reverse, told her “back up”
boy, you be b~tchin’, you just act tough
where is your sack at? go get your racks up, n~gga
[chorus: yvngxchris]
b~tch, i’m in l.a. posted with crisis
i seen a lil’ badass b~tch get behind it
i pulled off in a h~llcat, n~gga, i’m flyin’
got racks in my pocket, these jeans number (n)ine
i’m leavin’ ’em fried
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 ’em to the sky
if a n~gga run up
i got a 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 mama cried
[verse 4: ilycrisis]
he finna cry tonight, cry today
shawty want me, but i’m never the same
an avatar n~gga, feelin’ like aang
that n~gga talkin’, he don’t want no problems
cook on the stove and i’m not talkin’ 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 godd~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, the [?] on 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 goin’ so viral? i see you all day, godd~mn man”
shh, godd~mn man, how the f~ck you do that sh~t?
hit from the back, shorty 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’ badass b~tch get behind it
i pulled off in a h~llcat, n~gga, i’m flyin’
got racks in my pocket, these jeans number (n)ine
i’m leavin’ ’em fried
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 ’em to the sky
if a n~gga run up
i got a 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 mama cried
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